Surprise. Surprise. How the mighty have fallen. It's hard to believe that the same Carter Stevens who directed classics like Jail Bait and Pleasure Palace could produce a bottom of the barrel effort. First off, no one's named Seymour and no one mentions a sister. But minor details like that might seem nitpicking.

In this exercise in empty headedness, he-she Kristina (not to be confused with Heather White/Felicia) moves into a house and is greeted by a phone installer, a welcoming neighbor and her husband. Kristina has sex with them. That's it. The writing and acting are reminiscent of air raid directions, and the effort as a whole is like trying to make a meal out of celery which uses up more calories to chew then you get from the celery.