'I need to change my life. On the surface, it doesn't look too bad. Great body, check. Pretty face, check. Job, check. Chicken Pox, Check . . . '
Stuck in her suburban condo in self-imposed exile until she's contagion-free, Scarlett Jane Stein keeps coming back to a passing comment made by her friend Pam: 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.
Maybe Scarlett needs to change things. 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?
