The man with the net advances on you quickly raising it above his head. He swings it down and you manage to duck to the left.
The net hits something though, with a loud squeak. Your large circular mouse ears are protruding from the top of your head, and your hair has vanished. Your perception says nothing should be there on the side of your head, there wasnt anything there before, but you dont have time to explore what has happened to your head. You have to run.
You leap forward and slide free from your own pants as you do so, and break in to a run. You feel smaller, you must be, your pants slid right off.
As you barrel down the sidewalk you look down and see your legs are grey shiny latex, and your feet are silly looking swollen black shoes. You werent wearing those before, where did they come from?
You continue to run and hear shouts behind you, ahead of you boys point and laugh and some try to pull at your ears. Luckily you are slippery and their grip isnt enough to hold you.
With a pop your tail juts out behind you. As you look backwards at it, for just a second, you notice you have lost your persuit. Nobody is back there but a crowd of idle milling boys enjoying Pleasure Island.
You have time to examine yourself, but first you need to get rid of your shirt, its so big on you that you can barely move. Sliding it up you find it gets stuck on your ears. Its hard to hold on to with your large cartoon looking hands, and you only have 4 fingers now. With some struggling you get it over one ear and then manage to smash the other ear with a lot of squeaking to get the collar off your head.
Free of the shirt at last you look down in amazement. You are a perfect mouse balloon. White gloved hands, little black shoes, long thin tail behind you. You can feel it all as if it was your skin, but you appear to be filled with air and semi transparent. Your mind swims with the realization of what you have become.
You suddenly feel drear grip you. What about your manhood? You slide your smooth 4 fingered hands down your chest and between your legs causing a chorus of squeaks. Gone. Its smooth and shiny there just like a toy balloon should be. The sensation is pleasant, rubbing your hands on yourself, but not sexual. You are after all just a toy now.