Your attention returns to the window the wolf escaped from and you realize that you can smell his scent. Moving to the window, you don't feel the latex dripping down your neck along your back. You wonder aloud where it went, but not quite. You let out a curious bark rather than a real sentence and quickly cover your mou-- muzzle with your hands in surprise. You can't talk! Not normally at least. You begin to worry about getting this thing off when the wolf's scent wafts back to your eager nose. Instantly, the path the scent travelled is clear to you and you lose your old train of thought, wagging you tail a bit in excitement. Wait. A tail now, too?! You thought tonight's only concern would be this head that keeps messing with your mind. You turn around to investigate how big your newest problem is and see a wide trail of purple latex down your back to a frayed tail clearly belonging to a wolf, that wolf hopefully not becoming you.
You quickly determine that your best bet is to find that wolf and see if this can be reversed; you don't care whether or not it's the latex talking. You hop out of your open window into the chilly night and cross your yard, following the wolf's latex scent. You wonder if you should go back for clothes, but you decide that finding the wolf is more important. The latex covering your back slowly crawls across to cover all of your back, approaching the front, but you still aren't paying attention to that. Your latex friend's scent-- no! -- the latex wolf's scent has you cross the street and enter the woods.
With your improved eyes, you
much more easily navigate the once dark and foreboding woods. You can smell his scent getting stronger, you must be close! Crouching, careful not to potentially startle it away, you approach a clearing where you see the wolf leaned against a tree. Something in your mind says that he's regenerating his lost latex. The latex he gave to you. You stare at the muscular purple latex wolf from behind a bush until he notices you. He just stares at you, like he knows you don't want to hurt him... What? No! Of course you want to hurt him! He's given you an irremovable latex wolf head, but maybe it isn't so bad.
You feel yourself stand without your permission. You bark in protest and realize that you no longer have control of your legs. They've been covered in purple latex. The latex forces you to walk to the wolf and sit down. The latex wolf then...