Amy shrugged, She had kept her hair fairly short since she was 12 because horses liked to eat at it and it got in her eyes when she had been practicing. "The movies were never consistant with it, so I have no idea... Maybe they'll let you keep some or most of it, it'll grow back otherwise." She smiled reassuringly then, "What's the worst they can do? Make us wax daily?" She tried to lighten the mood.<br/><br/>She paused for a moment at the order to disrobe... infront of men? She sighed, what was the difference? It wasn't as if she was really out of shape... a little soft on the curves, but  she had a pleasantly tight figure overall and there was nothing to be ashamed of since everyone had to do it... She culdn't stop herself from checking out the guys though and blushing a little.<br/><br/>She took her place in line and yelped as the tatoo plastic melted into her left chest at the curve of her breast. "That burns!" she hissed and fanned herself as she stepped forward and breathed quickly through clinched teeth, "At least they didn't put it somewhere else..." She could imagine someone with a demented mental process wanting to stick it on her ass or crotch just for giggles. She looked at the person in front of her, "I guess now, if I get pulled over and the cop wants to see ID, I can just whip out one of the girls and say, "Here it is Officer..."<br/><br/>She steeled herself and looked down to see her name, blood type (O Positive) and a barcode. "Great, I'm a product on the shelf..."