Rent a Humuliation

Having seen the sucess of the Amps transformation into Pam, I decided well what the heck how about the giving the poor fella a bit of company when he must dance in that girly dress on the 27th.

As I have no discomfort wearing women's clothing or singing in public, I must ponder what would have me degraded to a point where people would pay good money to see it.

So far, people I know, and knowing my prides and weakness(s?) have suggested either me shaving every single hair from my body (or waxing it all off!) or some thing along the lines of a tatoo.

But I think are bit too permanent, so I put it to you, cruel depraved internet users. What could embaress a man like me over one night, is photographical and prefeably not going to appear on my crinimal record.