You skid to a halt when you see Henry come out of his room. Or try to. Your body has less friction to it than you're used to and is still somewhat damp from the shower. You don't so much "skid" as "slip, scramble, and crash into your roommate".
"Jeeze, man. That's the third time this month!" Henry groans as he picks himself off the ground.
"Sorry! Sorry! I was just in the bathroom and I felt weird and then I looked weird and now I look -really- weird and I'm a lion and rubber and--" You register what he just said. "--what do you mean third time?"
"You really don't pay attention, huh?" Henry's voice was annoyed but his expression was more mild amusement. This was not the look of someone who was surprised to see a muscled rubber lion with the voice of his once-human roommate. "You may like the slick feeling but you gotta dry your paws at the end of a shower. That's the third time this month you've bowled me over, and you almost dented the drywall just yesterday!"
You stared aghast. "That's the problem here? I was human until ten minutes ago! Now look at me!" You smack your broad chest, pawhand bouncing off with a squeak.
For a brief moment, Henry's face lights up in comprehension and you think you're getting somewhere. "Aaaah, ok. You didn't turn the fan on and the heat go to ya, huh? Bit of a daydream?" He snickers. "Figures. If anyone was going to fall asleep in the shower, it'd be you ya big lug." He ribs you playfully. Your taut skin bends inward at the jab and pops back out.
This is terrible. Henry thinks you're normal! You try to protest--to genuinely convince him--but the words die in your throat. Henry's skin is starting to look... shiny.