A pair of green webbed gloves, similar to those used to wash your plates and a pair of bright orange flippers.
Now why would she want that? You've never seen your girlfriend using flippers at the beach or at the pool, it would look silly.
"Is this her brother's ?", you wonder. AFter a brief more closed look on the flippers you have your doubts if that's a for a woman's feet. You sit on the bed's end and take you tennis off, you remove your socks and your stinky sweaty feet fight with the rubber to get in. It even hurts your skin but manage to fit the left flipper and it's just nice, as if it was made for you. You put on the right flipper on and then you put on the green gloves, who are tight but perfectly suit your fingers.
"It's a costume she brought me for Halloween" you say to yourself. You manage to straigthen up and start to walk around flopping and making giving the neighbour a hard time. Your silly walk takes you to the kitchen were you're going for a glass of water. You open the tap, fill the glass, but your clumsy feet hit the kitchen island and don't let you avance further shaterring your equilibrium. As you swing around the water on the glass splashes you and wets you feet legs and arms.
"Dang it" you curse when at least you get a hold of yourself. You put the glass back on the counter and silly walk back to your bedroom, so you can get a towel from the bathroom and take off the flippers before you can have anymore problems.
You sit on the bed and cross your legs to take off the flippers...but, but you can't find it. You cannot find where the flippers start your skin begins. It's so weird, as if the rubber and your skin had become one. But that's impossible, that's when you go to take off your gloves to feel it, to feel the skin and rubber as one, and that's when you realize the same happened to your hands. There's no barrier, and you feel no barrier between the glove and the skin.
"What's happening !" you scream.
You don't know it yet but you are transforming into...