The latex is starting to pour in more quickly now, so you turn and rush towards the entrance. You can hear the splashing of your feet pounding through the thick liquid as you blitz towards that one way out, hoping that you won't be locked in, doomed to drown in rubbery depths. By the time you reach the entrance, searching for a way through the folds of cloth, you can feel the stuff undulating just above your knees, massaging your lower legs, weaving further between your toes, across your calves, around your ankles. Somehow, you can't seem to find an opening where you came in, and already the multicolored liquid has reached your waist, so you take one last desperate attempt and leap forward, flying through the entrance and landing hard on the ground.
You'd expected the latex sludge from the mirrors to pour out with you as you parted the cloth that made up the entrance to the tent, but instead you find the ground completely dry, not a drop of any sort of moisture in the dirt and rocks on which you lie. Slowly, you stand yourself up, and as you do you hear a clopping noise emanating from beneath you. Looking down, you see that you lost your shoes in the torrent those mirrors had caused, but not because they had been stuck in the murk. Rather, they seem to have fallen off because they no longer fit your "feet", which have taken on the form of a pair of dark black hooves. Pulling up your pantlegs, you see that your legs are no better, now bearing a smooth, shiny brown surface over a shape that resembles a horse more than a human.
You pull the pantlegs up to the knees, where they reach your now thicker thighs and can't be pulled any higher, and so you need to reach a hand down the back of your pants to figure out where the latex ends and you begin. It doesn't take you long before you find the border of your human flesh, just below your buttocks, where you can feel the familiar frictional sensation of your fingers sliding along rubber. Stuck in a freaky circus in who-knows-where with a pair of horse legs... could the night get any worse?