Great body, check. Pretty face, check.
Job, check.
Chicken pox. Check.
Stuck in her Danbury, Connecticut condo in self-imposed
exile until she's contagion-free, Scarlett Jane Stein keeps
circling around to a passing comment her friend Pam made:
how everything (read: men) comes to Scarlett just because
she's attractive.
Is it true? All her life she's thought that she was fun to
be around, that people liked her. Was it only because she
was pretty (say it -- because she's got incredible breasts)?
Or is Pam, tired of playing second fiddle, now playing her?
All Scarlett knows is that she's never found the man she
believes is out there, her One True Love. So maybe Scarlett
needs to change things up.
So it's goodbye, Scarlett and hello, dowdier, schlumpier
Lettie Shaw. And with her new look, new name, new home, and
new job, is there a chance that Lettie-nee-Scarlett will
find someone who loves her for who she is inside? Or has
Scarlett's little change of face turned into the biggest
mistake of her life?