Olivia remained in the bathroom for at least an hour, until she figured out a way to strap the clippers to one of her legs and shave the hair from her head to regulation length. It didn't look anything like the way it should, growing only from a strip through the middle of her head and down her back. She did the same to her tail, cutting it to a short, uneven blue length that she bound with a length of elastic cord. That done, she could finally don the uniform fabricated for her, its breathable fabric printed in a desert camouflage pattern and complete with openings for each of her strange body's extra limbs. There were no boots, but she suspected omitting those was more to do with retaining even a small amount of dexterity with her stumpy limbs. How the hell am I supposed to shoot like this?