Her

Flushing prettily, the woman's answer is almost inaudible when she says, "It's for me."

Blinking in surprise, you stammer, "Y,you do know what is involved, right? You will have to be nude as i measure you. As for the collar, any female caught wearing one is, by law, a ****."

The woman nods helplessly and brings her hands to the laces of her bodice, her hands shaking as she unlaces her dress and lets it fall into a pool of cloth around her ankles. For all her obvious embarassment, she keeps her arms to her side, hiding nothing from your view. As you look her over, you can now see her long, sleek, tail, and as yo look closer, her cat like ears are pressed against her skull in shame. Shaking your head and slapping both your cheeks to regain focus, you get the measuring cord and motion her to stand before you, which, surprisingly enough, she does quickly.

"Alright, I will measure your neck first, then your... um... pelvis. Are you going to want a set of breast shields too? If you do, do you want them to cover your whole breast, or just the... um... nipples?"