After setting a good mile or two away from the latex puddle, you prop up against the wall of a house and ponder your next move. It takes you a moment to realise your trunk is scratching your head, rather like your hands would do in normal times.
You take the time to look at your trunk. Besides the colour, it is exactly like the trunk of an elephant you'd see at the zoo, down to the shape of the nose. You decide to try moving it around, it sort of feels like a very flexible arm attached to your face, which is kind of cool. After a bit of practise, you can flex it any way you want, and can use the nose to pinch sticks and pick them up. You may look weird, but you rationalise that a third arm is always handy with your busy modern lifestyle. Heck, maybe some girls are into this kind of thing!
Just then, you hear a voice. Spinning round, you see a radio through the window of the house, its owner fast asleep besides it.
"...we repeat: The outbreak of mutegenic latex from ACME Bioplastics has been contained, and all victims of partial or full latex alterations are being treated, with expectations of a full recovery. Doctor Kai Otie had the following to say..."
Sighing in relief that purple squeezy werewolves won't bother your nightly stroll anymore, you decide to head back to your house, not listening to the rest of the broadcast.
"...alzough ze latex threat ist past, I heff to varn ze publik: if you heff come into contakt vith thees latex, und it has altered your body vithout latex, you must see us at ze Bioplastics factory. Ze tests conclude failure to receive das proper treatment may result in further changes, resulting in more of der animal's features appearing. Although all viktims thus far examined retain a roughly human form, und could theoretically function in das society, ve do not yet know ze long term effects..."
Ignorantly blissful of any future pachyderm problems heading your way, you stroll back to your house, whistling a cheerful tune amplified by your trunk, unable to notice in the dark that it is slowly turning ashen grey...