Whatever is going on you know one thing for sure: you are in no situation to deal with it yourself. Whatever might be happening is well beyond your knowledge and if there is any hope in reversing it you'd better find help. As such you waddle out of your flat hoping to find someone who might be able to help. Maybe a professor at the university, maybe someone at the hospital, but you'll need some help in sorting this out.
For all the control you find that you have with them walking is still awkward. They keep flopping around, bumping into stuff and on a few occasions you stumble outright. As you make your way to the elevator you end up stumbling forward and crash into Jane Ferguson, send you both topping over letting out an "Oh Crap!" as you topple over. Jane is about about 169cm tall with a slim athletic figure, shoulder length brown hair and a slightly tan complexion. Apparently she was a nurse. You'd known her as an acquaintance for some time and see seemed nice, but you never got the opportunity to really know her before.
"Uggh? Are you drunk!" She said annoyed as she pushed you aside. She sniffed. "You don't smell drunk. Woah, whats wrong with your feet?" She was transfixed on your latex duck feet.
"Miss, your guess is as good as mine. They're stuck like this and I want to know what can be done."
Jane got to her feet. "Well then we'd better take some notes then." She helped you to you feet and leads you to her apartment. As she gets in, she kicks off her shoes. Since she seems to have at least some idea what to do, you go along with it. She then sits you down on her couch.
"Alright, roll up your trousers." With that you roll up your PJ pant legs and notice that the latex had spread about half way up. She prods them with her pencil, rubs her finger against it and takes some photos with her camera phone. It feels odd, but she's calm and professional about this. When you ask her why is she doing this, her response is simple. "Well if we're going to treat it, we got to know what's going on. A little study early on will help us with that. Even if frankly I'm stumped. It seems that your bones have shifted inside these floppers. I'm going to have to make some measurements." She then got to her feet and walked over to the kitchen. As she got up you noticed a rip in her pantie hoes for a quarter of a second.
And so you wait as thoughts go through your head about the puddle, about the flippers and what's going on. What does this all mean? Who is responsible for this and why? So many questions.
Then as Jane comes back with a ruler in hand she trips and falls face first onto the floor. "JANE!" You exclaim as you move across the couch to see if you can help her back up. She fell over a few steps away and she seems fine. Then you notice something odd with her feet. The stockings are bulging out in strange ways, then they rip. With horror you notice what lies beneath, a pair of yellow latex feet which are lengthening and broadening into cartoonish duck flippers.