Most of you have read the scare-mail about the person whose kidneys were stolen while he was passed out.
Well, read on. While that was an "urban legend," THIS story is NOT. It's something that is happening everyday.
My thighs were stolen from me during the night of August 3rd, about four years ago. It was just so quick, just during one night! I went to sleep in my own 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?
I finally had to resign myself to living out the rest of my life in jeans and "Sheer Energy" pantyhose.
Then, just when my guard was down, the thieves struck again! My rear end 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 the original) to the thighs they had stuck me with earlier.
Now, my rear complemented my legs, lump for lump.
Frantically, I prayed that long skirts would stay in fashion.
It was two years ago when I realized my arms had been switched. One morning, while fixing my hair, 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, cleverly and fiendishly, one section at a time.
Age? Age had nothing to do with it. Age was supposed to creep up, unnoticed and intangible ~ something like maturity.
My poor neck disappeared more quickly than the "Thanksgiving" turkey it now reminded me of.
It amazes me that none of this parts-swapping has caused any actual physical pain.
This is NOT a hoax! This is happening to women in every town, every night.
Warn all your friends!
PS: I feel much better knowing my body parts have been stolen by an actual thief. I thought I was just getting old!
I must say, that last year, I thought someone had stolen my breasts. I was lying in bed, and, suddenly, they were gone! As I sprang from my bed, I was relieved to see that they were just hiding in my pajama bottoms. From now on, I will keep them safely hidden in my (elastic) waistband