This is not a hoax. This is happening to women in every town every night. 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 M & S Support Tights.

Then, just when my guard was down, the thieves struck again. My bum 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 fdoing 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 Christmas 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!

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. :D

Margot

Superb!!!  I've sent this onto my friends - I KNEW there was a good explanation for what's been happening to me.  I'm off to shove this under my husbands nose now!!!

Oh dear! so true

It's happening to me too! Help! :D

:-D What a fabulous tale to wake up to, Lokis mum that is brilliant. I will forever now sleep with one eye open, they're not getting me!!!!!

Dont want to alarm anyone....but I think theyve been resetting my washing machine to "Boil wash' in the night too!!!! shrinking all my clothes!!!! Jeans are getting tighter and tighter..theres no other explanation

(:D Margot I Love you!!)

Well, I keep having babies and I have NO idea how that is happening!! Its a conspiracy you know....

It's too late for me too.....I saw a photograph, it wasn't me, I complained and somebody 'kindly'!  said "oh thats a nice face full of character....not old..." I swear it has been swopped while I wasn't looking. :rolleyes:

ROFLMAO!!!

HG, those vandals keep coming to my house too. It can't be the cheesecake in the fridge...

The Damn thieves have taken my body too   If I'd known they were about I'd have fought tooth and nail - oh boy - I bet they're next

Brilliant. I have to get my friend to read this she will roar with laughter.
Rachel

havent laugh out loud for ages :-)
until now :-)

Donna