Well, you've come this far, no sense in stopping. You shrug to yourself before putting on the latex costume without hesitation. The pieces are cool and smoothly glide on to your body. Inspecting your reflection in the latex pool, you find that the effect isn't as realistic as you had hoped. True, your gloves look a fair deal like paws and the mask is quite detailed, but the tail hangs limply and the tiger-striped shirt and pants just look like...well... tiger-striped shirt and paints.
Or at least it does initially. As you continue to stare at your reflection, the shit and pants slowly begin to adhere to your skin. A similar feeling begins to come from the mask, gloves, and shoes as well. It's like the entire outfit is shrinking on to you.
As the costume begins to press against your body, you find the effect surprisingly soothing. The cool latex conforms into your exact shape and feels so relaxingly snug. Much as a cool breeze on a hot day can offer refreshment, so too does this strange feeling from the costume make you feel comforted and safe.
"Mrrow..." You find yourself purring gently as the costume coddles you. The cool feeling begins to envelope you now, and it permeates your entire body. It soothes your legs as they mold to conform with the digitigrade feetpaw shoes, and your hands as they shape into proper handpaws. Your face tickles in a comforting way as it comes out into a tiger's muzzle. Sensation develops behind you as your tail becomes a part of your increasingly latex body.
Soon, the cool feeling fades, leaving behind a great sense of satisfaction. As if waking up from a refreshing nap, you stretch. The squeaks your rubber body makes are not unexpected. Checking your reflection again, you find that the costume has bonded fully and become one-and-the-same with your body. Your face is a powerful visage of a tiger, and your muscles have become well-toned and defined despite being pure ruber now. You have become a latex anthro tiger, and you don't seem to mind it at all. In fact...