You make quite a startled face when you see what doesn't look like a humane, nor even animalistic figure, but a simple and bright spheric model.
A ball, made of rubber.
Before you can even wonder if you simply missed something, your cute pekinese body contorts to unimaginable amounts : your legs simply vanish, and you land on the floor.
But instead of crashing, you bounce back and forth, and each bounce and rebound makes your body seems to make you feel more and more duller.
You quickly catch a glimpse of your round body, and make a strangely-pitched bark, before your vision fades to black.
You can't feel any part of your body, not even your facial features. All you can have as a feeling is one of smoothness, and slight distortions each time you keep on bouncing on what you can guess are the walls and the floor.
Soon enough, the distorsions get less and less important, until you stop completely. You just stand here. A rubber ball laying in the middle of the hall of mirrors.
You try to move on your own, but you don't seem to be able to make any kind of action.
Frustration is slowly growing inside of you, as the deprivation of your senses and muscles makes you tense. But you gradually give up on those - there's not that much that can be done.
Your thought processing goes a bit slower each time and again, as you become blissfully unaware of your surroundings. You gradually stop thinking about everything. What use is there for a ball to think anyway ?
But at least, you go away with a last thought : regret, for not simply brush off this decision and stay as a pekinese dog, even a female one.
And then it stops. You're nothing but a rubber ball now, waiting to be picked up for enjoyment purposes.