You turn around in the pool, deciding to step out and examine how well it coats your legs, but as you turn you feel a drag behind you. Your waist-length hair has dangled a few inches into the latex pool, and seems to not want to release its grip on the inky substance. You grab the dark tresses and pull, and it comes free. A giant glob of latex is now attached to the strands, however.
You walk back up the stairs and pad a few paces away from the pool in your latex-covered feet. You're still holding the strands, which you are shocked to find are now being overtaken by the latex glob. It moves up your hair as if it's alive, or as if your hair was absorbing it. It crawls underneath your hands as you continue to hold it and soon it has reached the roots.
Now the hair is being pulled together, individual strands melting into one cohesive mass. You let your hair go, and it falls behind you, hitting the back of your shirt with a dry slap. It looks like a flat sheet of rubber, falling from a head capped in smooth black latex and ending in a straight line at your waist. It's a half-inch thick and almost as wide as your shoulders.
You touch it again, finding it to be perfectly formed and no longer malleable. It seems very strong. Looking at it, you begin to regard it much like the latex covering your legs and forearms. It's a shield to protect you from behind. Any sensations you will have to look over your shoulder should no longer present themselves. If there was anything threatening in this house, it would not harm you from a sneak-attack.
You glance back at the pool, thinking it would perhaps be wise to take a full body bath to feel even safer. You remove your shirt and begin to unclasp your bra as you walk back down the stairs.