BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM
The loud banging is more than enough to wake you from your tranquil sleep, your mind an immense haze as you try to recall the events of the night before. You rub your eyes, feeling the rubbery... oh. Just like that you're wide awake, the whole of your experience coming back to you in a rush. You take in your situation, but find with dismay that nothing's changed. The glove is still firmly attached to your hand, you still have no way of contacting the company that made it, and it's still just a ticking time bomb waiting to do very, very terrible things to you. Well, one thing has changed: there's no someone loudly banging at your door. You almost don't want to answer it, given the risk that they say any of those command words, but it could be something important and you'd be better of dealing with it now.
Throwing on a housecoat and rushing to the front of the house, you swing open the door and look as a bundle of fur flies through the door and leaps on to you, knocking you flat on your back. "Oh no..." you grumble to yourself. "Oh yes," responds the visitor standing in your doorway, a playfulness in her voice.
"I finally got him!" she exclaims, coming through the entryway and quickly becoming recognizable as your friend Lisa. "You know how long I've been looking to adopt a pet and... well, here he is!"
You feel irritable, not just because of the night you had but also because of the slobbering beast that's now licking you to within an inch of your life. "Look, now's not a good time," you protest in the hopes that she might leave, "I'm kind of busy..."
"Busy with what? Oh, you never want to have any fun, do you? I mean, just look at him! Look at that cute little puppy dog tail he's wagging around! He wants to play, he really likes you!"
You feel a wriggling on your hand, a wriggling that slowly shifts up your arm. Looking to it, you see that the glove is gone. No... it's not gone. You can feel it passing over your elbow. It's just moving. "Listen, I don't have time for this. You need to go. Now." Clearly sensing the frustration in your voice, Lisa stares back at you with a hurt look on her face, as though she expects you to come back with some open-hearted apology. You almost want to, but you can feel that latex mass now slowly making its way down your back and you don't want her to be here when whatever's going to happen happens. Once she realizes that you aren't going to say anything, she takes her new pet and walks out, screaming "FINE THEN!" before slamming the door behind her. Again you feel the urge to apologize, but by now that latex has made it halfway to your waste.
You try to go over what was going on in the conversation, what could have set it off. Something about finally getting a pet, how fun he was, his cute puppy dog tail... oh. Dog tail. The latex has, of course, reached your tailbone by now, confirming what you already knew. You cringe as you feel its weight increasing, the tail slowly pushing out behind you, lifting up the housecoat that serves as your only covering. When it finally finishes, you look back to see the coat extending a fair ways behind you, no doubt leaving a clear view of your ass from behind. You rush back to your room, put on a pair of underpants, then take the housecoat off to get a look at this thing. It looks like it could belong to any old mutt aside from the latex that it's made of, its sleek brown surface shining in the morning light. You rub it, hearing a squeak as you do; you bend it, watching it easily give way. You pull it... no luck. Even though it's not actually wrapped around anything, it seems to be just as stuck as it was when it was a glove.
"What now?", you wonder aloud as you continue to examine the brown latex dog tail that now extends perkily from the base of your spine. You try to remember what the instructions had said. It suddenly comes back to you like a splash of cold water. "Within 24 hours (usually far more quickly), the wearer will fill out the costume and gain its shape, adopting the chosen species." You shudder as you realize what this means: if you don't get that fake tail off fast, then you'll end up with a real one... permanently!