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 porridge. 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 tights.

Then, just when my guard was down, the thieves struck again. My backside went 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 realised my arms had been switched. One morning I was brushing 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.

LOLOL :D :D loved the P.S.

Dee

Don't joke about it :( :( :( ;)

Daisy

hi chloe its the funniest thing i have read and i just keep laughing to mysel but it is so true thanks for cheering me up, i have emailed it to my friends.
great

Thats great i no how you feel someone stole my body   :D

Fanastic Chloe, but are you sure that Cindy Crawford has your thighs, they look strangely like mine :D :D

:-D :-D :-D LOL
Chloe you are great, that is brilliant. Would you mind if I cut and pasted it to send it to my mum?

Course not :) enjoy.

OMG I think this has happened to me also ;)

Thanks Chloe.xxx :-)

I don't get it!! :(

You must be too young :D

Daisy

You will ana, believe me you will :D :D :D   One day you will look in the morror and say ' By jove i've got it' lol ;)

I never thought this could happen, when it happened to me I mistakenly thought my whole wardrobe had been replaced with identical clothes but two sizes smaller!!!

My mirror has stated to have creases/lines in it, hubbie says that is not possible but I am convinced. :-D

Lol! Love the PS!

The other scary bit is finding out that your mirrors have started showing your mother's face instead of yours.

Pmsl - luckily the mirror now reflects in soft focus.

Chloe where do you get them from LOL :-)