You sense yourself falling through an endless ocean of thick syrup. There's no sense of direction, not even a sense of which way is up- you'd spit to watch which way it falls, but you can't even open your mouth. No eyes, no ears, no nose, no mouth, no body, no mind, no shape... no shape...
Either minutes or hours later, you suddenly splat on the bedroom carpet. That's literal, your body seems to be nothing more than another puddle like the one you found last night. You're not sure how you can see right now, but there's nothing left of you but white liquid latex. Mira looks down at your shapeless mass and waves...
...Then the changes start. Something in the very center of you begins to solidify like a pearl around a grain of sand. Slowly, like glaciers drifting across the earth, you feel a miniature homunculus body forming... but something seems off. You wiggle your arms and legs and they don't bend the way they're supposed to. Your legs feel short and your feet way too long. Your... arms? Your FRONT LIMBS can't reach behind your head, and your fingers don't seem to grasp anything. Still curled in a fetal position, you move your rudimentary head as much as you can within the primordial ooze. Turning your head straight up feels way too difficult, yet somehow your ears swivel on joints to hear behind you. There is definitely a sensation like your mouth is reforming, but when you try to gasp for air it doesn't open.
You begin to feel yourself escape from the puddle which used to be you. All four of your feet plant firmly on the floor with solid stomping noises. You look behind yourself and blink without feeling any eyelids move. There is an uncanny sensation forming right above your... haunches? Your tail waves gleefully as it grows from nothing, moving under your own control as if it were something you always owned! With a shake of your shoulders, you pull free from the last of the transformative slime...
What are you, exactly? You're about the size of a ginger tabby cat, and roughly shaped like one, but you have the tail of a squirrel, long, lopped ears like a tame bunny, and broad, flat paws which look and feel like treadless boot soles. Rather than being plush and fluffy, you're a solid wad of smooth, sculpted white latex through and through, stretchy and nigh-impossible to tear. You bap at your face curiously, noticing that your simple black eyes and mouth are animated despite seemingly being painted on. There isn't a single hole anywhere on your body, not on your button nose, nor your floppy ears, and no, not even between your legs. Whatever you are, you're far from being a human being.
"And... you're mine." You're so distracted by your new body, you barely notice Mira buckling a padded rubber collar around your neck. Rather than a bell or a tag, a red pearl dangles over your breast. A series of jolts travel through your body- spells of control, yes, but also a small fraction of Mira's power flowing through you. You jump backwards in shock- and to your even greater shock, you levitate in midair!
"What... Mira, baby, what did you do? What is this? What am I?" Your painted-on mouth reflects your emotional state but doesn't flap when you talk... you don't even hear yourself talking at all, but you know that Mira can hear your thoughts regardless.
"Isn't it obvious? I'm the Champion of Rubber, and you're my familiar!" She pats you roughly on the head. "YOU will be the spearhead of my Goddess' conquest, and it's all thanks to that pearl."
You bat at the red pearl, and it glows softly. Mira rubs the gem softly between two pale latex fingers. "Yup, that one. Our officers, our greatest warriors, need to be willing converts- like you! I COULD just swallow them up with my own magic and bend them to my will, sure, but that just makes dumb zombies and robots. Zombies and robots are cute, but the moment my magic is blocked or cancelled..." she snaps her fingers. "Freed instantly, just like that. It's good to delegate. So what you're going to do is sneak around with your cute, tiny body, and feel when the pearl glows and becomes warm. That's the sign that you're near a latex fetishist- like you!"
"I... of course I'll help, Mira-"
"And no, you're not going to 'free' me, and you're not getting any backsies on that new and improved body of yours. I can hear everything you're thinking, you know."
Your paw covers your entire face in frustration. "I know, I know... but where do I even start?"
"That, honey, is for you to decide. Hop to it, bunny! Foxy! Whatever you are!" With that last bit of encouragement, you float off on a mission. You suppose your first recruit will be...