Several hours had past since you set out on the walk that began this strange series of events, so by the time you reached main street it was already mid-morning. The fact that you hadn't had any sleep doesn't seem to trouble you. In fact, just the opposite feeling occurs. You are comforted by the fact that your new rubber body can so effectively take care of your formerly-biological needs. The sun is nice and warm against your latex body, and you make fun squeaks as you stride along the sidewalk. Most people are too tired or wrapped up in their morning activities to notice you, and those that do take little action besides a long stare. While the stares themselves do not bother you, they do make you aware that you're naked...or at least as naked as a latex tiger can be. While modesty isn't an issue--the latex covers very well--you do think getting a new outfit would be nice. You don't need one in any sense of the word, but a splash of variety never hurt anyone.
You stride into the nearest clothing store and begin to wander the aisles while enjoying the soft tickle of carpet against your rubber paws. The salespeople mutter amongst themselves and refrain from making eye contact as you peruse their selection of vests. Unfortunately, none of them do a good job of complimenting your colouring. Try as you might, it was surprisingly hard to find clothes capable of matching a latex animal body.
"Excuse me, miss." You say politely as you approach a saleswoman.
She takes a step back, but her professional pride prevents her from fleeing. "Y-yes? Can I ass-ssist you?"
You hold up a vest-and-short combination that you like. "I was wondering if this came in any different colours or materials? It's very nice, but it clashes with my skin, you see."
"N-no... no other colours or anything. P-perhaps another s-store?"
"Hmm, I should probably check this outfit in the changing room first, though." You muse, oblivious to the saleswoman's discomfort. "There's only so much you can tell from holding it up, you know?"
She just nodded vigorously and pointed towards the changing stalls. Entering and putting on the vest and shorts, you find the fabric to feel rougher than initially thought against your latex skin. Plus, folds and wrinkles in the clothes clash with the uniform smoothness of your body. You sigh. "Ah well, it was worth a shot. At least now I--oh?"
The vest suddenly felt more cool against your body. Then the shorts did as well. You marvel in the mirror as the cloth begins to grow shinier and gain a luster as its imperfections are buffed out into perfect smoothness. Within seconds, the clothes have become pure rubber just like your body!
"Ah! Now we're talking!" You exclaim happily, pleased with this new discovery. You march out to the register, but for some reason the cashier turns down your attempts to pay. Additionally pleased at getting free clothes, you decide to continue your outing.