You decide you need to find that other glove before it can do more damage, be it to you or someone else.
Tentatively, you step out the bathroom door. You look both left and right to make sure the remaining glove doesn't sneak up on you.
You head into your kitchen and check about everywhere you can think of. Under pots, in the microwave, under the stove, but still nothing.
Your rubber paws make a squeaking noise as you rub your chin thoughtfully. Then, an idea comes to you. You close your eyes and focus. You figure that since the glove will probably make a squeak as it moves, you might as well use your new advanced sense of hearing to find it. You find yourself mildly amused that your using a skill that the gloves gave you in order to find the very same glove.
Focusing intently, you block out all senses besides your hearing. You wait. Nothing happens for about a minute. Then, you hear the telltale squeak of latex. It's coming from your bedroom!
You rush back to bedroom, hoping to find the other glove. As you get to the door way, you slow down. You need to be careful. You seriously don't feel like adding another rubber car appendage to your anatomy.
You timidly look through the doorway, the glove is nowhere to be seen. You think that it must know that you are vastly superior to it, after all your a ca- You stop mid thought. That was really weird.
But, either way, your confidence has been restored. You walk into your bedroom and look around you check everywhere, a task made much harder by your shiny rubber paws.
Try as you might, you can't seem to find the missing glove. With a frustrated sigh, you go back to the doorframe and lean against it. You take anther look around the room. You could have sworn you heard it.
You feel something drop you head. You don't have to see it to know what it is. You begin to jump around, trying to shake it off. It jumps from hand down to your arm and opens a cut, then it jumps to your arm, making an identical cut.
The glove jumps off you and scurries around a corner. That's odd, you think. They already gave you paws.
The rubber blood oozes from the wound. You flail your arms, trying to get some of it off, only to find that it's stuck fast. You can only watch what it does.
Slowly it creeps down your arm, not leaving any residual on your forearms. It's heading straight for your already latex paws! Once it reaches them. It begins building up. You watch in horror as the shining blood makes your latex paws expand. After about a minute, your latex paws are big enough to cover the front of your head and then some. The paws widened to about four inches thick. You try to wiggle them only to discover they barely even move.
The glove come back into sight. You dive at it, trying to grab it. You can't move your digits nearly at all and the glove simply slips out with a squeak.
Them it reopens the wounds that had just closed and runs away. This liquid latex isn't sticky, but it still manages to coat your forearms in black latex. Since you're so skinny, the massive paws look ridiculous on you, being extremely out of proportion. You sit there and think about what to do next.