...she was still wearing the catsuit from the night before but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Her boyfriend lay in bed next to her. He didn't seem to be sporting too many scratches. On the other hand, the pillows and sheets had been cut up pretty bad. She would have to be more careful with her claws.
After another cat-like stretch she slipped out of bed, landing silently on the floor. She could still feel her enhanced reflexes from the suit, though without the mask she didn't have the enhanced hearing or sense of smell. Her eyes felt a little funny and she walked into the bathroom to look in the mirror.
Her eyes now looked those of a cat. An interesting side effect - she would have thought that would only happen with the mask.
She decided as much as she loved the catsuit it was time for a shower. She reached back to her neck, expecting to find some kind of zipper but there was nothing. She felt around but the transition on her neck from the black latex skin from the suit to the regular skin of her head was seemless. She tugged at various other parts of her body but she felt her own skin, with no separation from the suit.
She hurriedly looked for the box the catsuit had come in. Surely there would be instructions for removal.