Well, no reason to have bits of brown donkey balloon all over you. You brush your hand over your shirts and pants. "Ack!" You hold your hand up, you've gotten the latex off your pants, but it's now clinging to your hand. You furiously rub your hand against your pants, but it doesn't help, the latex is still on there. In fact, the rubbing has spread it further around your hand, turning it into a shiny brown one. You stand up, looking around for something to help. You try the grass, no luck. A wooden sign. Nope. Still on there You dash over to a large pond and stab your hand in, swirling it around. "Gah!" You nearly scream as you pull it out and the latex hand starts right back at you.
Trying to pick at the latex with your other hand only causes you to wince in pain. It feels like there is nothing between the latex and your skin. Looking closer, you could swear your hand looked more puffy and a bit rounder.
You sit down on the grass by the pond and look at your brown hand with no idea how to get the stuff off. Idly, you scratch your cheek, it feels a bit smoother than normal. Your eyes widen as your explore it more. Running a finger over your face, you can definitely feel a change from skin to latex. It feels as if there is no ridge, no place where it would pull up. It feels a part of you.
You sigh, now what should I do? You ask yourself.