Most of you have read the scare-mail about the person whose kidneys were stolen while he was passed out.
While the kidney story was an urban legend and NOT true, this one is accurate!
It's happening every day. Please, read on!
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.
*****thanks to Gerald, that
dancin' man in tights*****
Funny writing but that's sortta how flab happens, isn't it?
You feel it creeping up on you but all of a sudden it seems that you
wake up and someone has switched bodies with you. You have become out of control, you know it but you don't know what to do, how to remedy the situation.
We can help you get your bod back and your emotional and mental attitude will soar!
I guess I'll be looking into breast reduction surgery when I reach my goal so that I can even them out with the rest of my skinny self!!
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