As your changes move further, ears rounding and shifting upwards while your hair seems to dissolve and your entire head seems to elongate, you start to wonder about this. It feels far nicer than you'd have thought, this sensation of your shape changing, shifting into something... better. Yes, better. It'd be even nicer to share it with others, wouldn't it? Yeah, sure. You could start with your friends and family, and then-
NO! What the heck are you thinking?! Reason somehow rushing to you for a second, you clutch it and realize the gravity of your situation. You're losing your body, you mind, absolutely everything that makes you human, and all you can think about is how "nice" it'd be to pass it on to others? With a bit of a struggle, you push yourself to really grasp the insanity this infection is pushing into your mind, and as you do, the changes seem to stop, the green latex's march halting halfway down your neck. All at once, you feel elation for having stopped its corruption and immense despair for having lost the feeling of its slow, spreading embrace, and find yourself struggling against your own primal urge to just take what feels best over everything else. You scream out in anguish and confusion, but Josh has already fled the scene - no doubt to gather more "recruits" - leaving you to fight this mental battle alone. Soon, you black out from all of the stress you've put on yourself, collapsing in the street.
Unconscious or not, your stress isn't relieved. Even if you can no longer feel any physical sensation, you can still feel how the mental changes have halted, that gain of control and loss of euphoria. It's more painful than any real pain you've ever felt, a feeling that's virtually indescribable. Is this what you're fighting? You can't even tell anymore. Something is bad, but in this frantic state of mind you've lost grasp of what that is or why. All you know is that you have to choose between losing yourself or enduring this seemingly endless torment.