You reach your home without any problems. You decide you need something to distract yourself, and after rejecting to read a book you turn on the tv. Maybe you would fall asleep and take your mind off that glove.
You switch around a bit, nothing really interesting you. You just reached a fantasy film when one person explained "... a unicorn horn is one of the hardest materials around ..." You have switched hastily again, but the damage was already done. The latex slips up your arm, vanishing under your shirt, just to come out of the shirts collar. It moves up to your forehead in mere seconds to form a big, spiraled latex horn their, at least fifteen centimeters long.
You curse under your breath, you wouldnīt be able to hide that later. You try to pull the latex off again, even when you have read that you couldnīt remove it, unsuccessful. But while you tried to remove your horn the tv had switched to another film. You hadnīt really looked at it while busy with the latex, so you missed the group entering a tavern in a small village. You didnīt even really hear what they were talking about. "Oh look. It seems like the innkeeper or some friend of him is a hunter. Look at that big pair of stag antlers. And even if Iīm against hurting animals, that fox tail right next to the boars tusks looks so soft." One of the women said fascinated.
Only when you feel the latex start to move further again you look up to see the scene with many hunter trophies. You curse loud while you search for the remote and switch again, muting the tv for now. You then try to find out what the latex is doing to you, only to notice the increasing weight on your head. Reaching up you feel the antlers a bit above the horn. While you are patting down the size of them you see some more latex enter your vision, right next to your mouth sprouts something. You look down in shock to that tusks, not recognizing the animal they are from. You only leave the shock behind when you yelp in pain from something behind you. Thatīs when you notice the fox tail that has took form there, pushing out between your shirt and your jeans.
Now you are near tears. In only two minutes of hearing the tv you have already gained a horn on your forehead, antlers on top of your head, some tusks right next to your mouth and a bushy tail above your ass. And with only being small parts of your body it took only around ten minutes for the horn, the tusks and the tail to finish being filled out by your own body. The latex of said parts rejoined the latex from your antlers, with took additional ten minutes to be filled out. You feel the latex moving back to your hand, reforming the glove. Sitting there in silence for the whole time, thinking.
"There must be a way to find their contact address on the internet." You thought, wanting to get help as fast as possible now. With all this new parts you canīt go outside and hopefully they can fix it.
You turn off your still muted tv before getting up slowly. Your head hurt from the extra weight already and you walk with your head tipped forward slowly towards the computer, waiting for it to boot up after you starting it. You search for the address, but you didnīt even find the company LatexCo anywhere at first. Finally finding an entry of the company after a couple of minutes you are deflated of your hope for any help, seeing that the company was closed five years ago with no address to turn to if some problem arise. You fall back into your chair, thinking about what to do now.