You wiggle your toes experimentally, still not quite sure whether to believe the huge, skunk-like feet before you are really yours. But each of the now three rounded digits move in turn, actually squeaking a bit as they rubs against their neighbors. What's worse, you realize, is that you can definitely feel it all; tickling just a tiny bit.
You cross your left leg over on top of the other knee for a closer inspection of that foot. Part of the bottom is puffed out slightly into a light pink pad, additional pads on the bottom of each toe. Really freakin' cute, you think. Each toe is tipped with a small, black claw. You hesitate at first to reach out and touch one, but relax when you think that nothing else has happened for a while and the latex around your feet is probably not active anymore. Poking at a claw, you realize they're not very dangerous, bending upon the pressure of your finger and sproinging back into shape.
Taking both hands, you prod at the foot itself. You're not feeling any bone or muscle, amazingly; just solid air. You give the foot a squeeze and hear a small squeak as the a bit of air gets displaced, swelling your toes up until you let go.
Experimentally, you slowly stand and put your weight on the puffy paws. There's a split second where you almost teeter off balance, but you adjust. Surprisingly, your new feet hold you up quite well; you know, for being completely foreign and inorganic.