You just can not believe your own eyes, some weird latex boxers exploded coating your legs, and worse, it somehow changed them! However it seems like it ended without doing anything else, and you let out a sigh.
You look at your back and see your now round butt sticking out a few good inches. You place a trembling hand on it and you even give it a good pinch, but you don't feel a thing, meaning that your skin is deep inside that latex. As you do that, you remember the puddles and that wolf you saw last night.
"Seems like they weren't a dream, after all..." you say as you examine yourself and ponder how the hell the latex can make your feet look so petite, realizing something.
"Oh, SHIT!" you curse as your quickly reach for your manhood, but it's not there. At least, not that you could see or feel it, your crotch looks smooth and you can't feel anything aswell. "Ok, I need to go where those puddles were, find some answers, but first things go first" you think.
You go out of your bedroom and walk into the kitchen, your legs slight squeaking every time they brush together. Grasping it didn't was successful earlier, but you try that again anyway. As expected, the latex just stretch more and more and you can't manage to tear it off, but you get an idea. You grab a knife and pull at the waistband, ready to stab and cut it open whenever it's stretched enough. You keep pulling until, unexpectedly, you feel it giving in, it's coming off! Not wanting to miss this oportunity, you drop the knife and pull with all your might with both hands until you heard a loud "BOING!".
At first, you are relieved that you managed to get rid of it, but on second look, you see that you are not holding any ripped off parts of the latex "suit", but the hemline of a short skirt!!
"What? How? Damn it!"
You lift it up, and see that's fused with the waistband of the thong (if you still can call it that, now that you see it more closely it looks like it is painted on the latex instead of being separated), growing out of the same spot you hold when you pulled. The mid-thigh length skirt, like the rest, its made out of latex, red this time, and all suggest it's going to be just as hard to get rid off like the rest of that damned latex, but you are not going to let that to get you down and you look for the knife you drop, but is nowhere to be seen.
"Nevermind, I'll take another" you think. But as you walk to the drawers, you notice your view shifting like you are becoming taller, just before stumbling and falling on the floor on all fours. You sit down to see what's wrong and gasp: dumbfounded, you can see your feet arching while something that looks like a stick is growing out of your heel. After some seconds you realize what they are, high heels! You see your toes (or more exactly, the latex covering your toes) fusing together and becoming pointed, before the flesh colored latex fades to bright red, forming the outline of a pair of shoes. It only takes a few moments until the change completes, leaving you with 5-inch heeled pumps. You reach for them, witouth even bother trying to take them off. No, you touch them, and altough the rest of the shoe seems like painted over your "feet", just like the thong, the sole and the heel are rock solid.
You get up and take a couple of steps, hardly keeping the balance until you sit down on a chair. You take a last look at your lower body, and except for that glossy appearance, they will easily pass for that of a woman.
"Why? Why is this happening to me?" you ask to yourself. You remember that latex wolf last night, concluding it can go much further than this, "Why is it changing me this way? It's some sort of embarrassing punishment? It's using me as an amusement? Or is there another reason?"
You take another look at you. Clearly, you are not going to risk going out there looking like this, and sure those shoes makes walking a very hard task. Does it want to slow you down, not to go to the puddles? Is any of this making any sense?
"ARGH!!! WHYY!?" you shout, exasperated, and that very moment...