Laura was miserable. She was sick of her life. She was 23, had her own apartment which she was paying off, a decent job which kept her fed, and her health. But it wasn't enough. Those were the basics on which a life was built, not a life in themselves. Her youth was to be enjoyed, her home for entertaining, her salary to be used for fun and her health allowed her to do it all. What was missing were the important things: fun, friends and hopefully at some point, a relationship with a caring man. Laura lacked all of these and she knew the reason why. She was invisible. She wasn't beautiful, pretty, or even cute. She didn't have a figure to speak of, she was just average. Fat or thin, tall or short, pretty or even hideously ugly, anything would be better than being invisible. At 5' tall with a plain face and an almost totally flat chest, Laura's appearance was below average in almost every respect, but never to such an extent that she might stand out. People in the street regularly walked