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Subject: Stolen?

This is a heads-up to those friends who haven't experienced it yet, and an

explanation to those friends and family who have. Most of you have read the

scare-mail about the person whose kidneys were stolen while he was passed

out. Well, read on. While the kidney story was an urban legend, this one

is not. It's happening every day.

My thighs were stolen from me during the night a few years ago. It was just

that quick. I went to sleep in my body and woke up with someone else's

thighs. The new ones had the texture of cooked oatmeal. Who would have

done such a cruel thing to legs that had been mine for years? Whose thighs

were these and what happened to mine? I spent the entire summer looking for

my thighs. Finally, hurt and angry, I resigned myself to living out my life

in jeans and Sheer Energy pantyhose.

Then, just when my guard was down, the thieves struck again. My butt was

next. I knew it was the same gang, because they took pains to match my new

rear end (although badly attached at least three inches lower than my

original) to the thighs they stuck me with earlier. Now,

my rear complemented my legs, lump for lump. Frantic, I prayed that

long skirts would stay in fashion.

It was two years ago when I realized my arms had been switched. One morning

I was fixing my hair and I watched horrified but fascinated as the flesh of

my upper arms swung to and fro with the motion of the

hairbrush. This was really getting scary. My body was being

replaced one section at a time. How clever and fiendish.

Age? Age had nothing to do with it. Age is supposed to creep up,

unnoticed, something like maturity. NO, I was being attacked repeatedly and

without warning. In despair, I gave up my T-shirts.

What could they do to me next? My poor neck disappeared more quickly than

the Thanksgiving turkey it now resembled.

That's why I decided to tell my story. I can't take on the medical

profession by myself. Women of the world, wake up and smell the coffee.

That really isn't plastic that those surgeons are using. You KNOW where

they are getting those replacement parts, don't you?

The next time you suspect someone has had a face "lifted", look again. Was

it lifted from you?

I think I finally found my thighs .. and I hope that Cindy Crawford paid a

really good price for them!

This is not a hoax. This is happening to women in every town every night.

WARN YOUR FRIENDS.

P.S. I must say that last year I thought someone had stolen my breasts. I

was lying in bed and they were gone! As I jumped out of bed I was relieved

to see that they had just been hiding in my armpits as I slept.

Now I keep them hidden in my waistband.