You sit there, wondering what to do. You close your eyes and try to rub your temples, only to end up rubbing the entire side of your head do to your massive paws. You sigh. That's really going to take some getting used to. On the bright side, at least they aren't heavy. Thankfully, the wounds on your forearms closed shortly after your forearms became coated in latex. You do a quick assessment of your predicament. You have black latex cat ears, a latex tail, huge latex paws, and your forearms are latex as well.
You close your eyes. This sucks. It's a good thing you live alone, you wouldn't want someone else to be caught up in this. You'd probably feel guilty about it. You hear some squeaks, but it's probably just your latex tail squeaking against the floor. Then, you feel something on your stomach.
GAH!
Your eyes fly open and you look down at your torso. The glove is back, and it just slit your stomach, near your belt line. Again, you try to catch it with your hands, but only succeed in smacking yourself in the stomach, due to your large paws. The glove skitters over your leg in a similar fashion to a spider. It then crawls into another room. You need to stop this bleeding, or you'll get more cat-like! You rush over to your room. There, to the best of your abilities, manage to gather up a blanket and press it to your wound. Some of it had already trickled down your pants. You hope your not too late! You stand there, waiting for the bleeding to stop. After sometime, you quickly remove the blanket to see if the flow of shiny, liquid latex has stopped. It has.
You go to your bathroom to see if anything happened to you legs. You take a deep breath, steel yourself and pull down your pants. You stare at your lower half in dismay. The latex now covers from you waist to your ankles. There is no sign of your genitals. Instead, where they should be, it's just smooth. A familiar squeak comes from the doorway. You pale. Turning, you face your enemy, the glove. This time, it doesn't try to take you by surprise, it doesn't charge at you, and it doesn't run. It seems... confident. You feel uneasy.
It snaps with it fingers. You look at it incredulously. You have no idea why it did that, perhaps its mocking you. Then you feel the cuts on your back and stomach reopen. The latex oozes out. Instead of acting like it did before. The black liquid latex spreads around your body. Your paralyzed, you can't move. You feel it spreading up your torso, soon connecting the latex on forearms and the latex on you leg. Some the liquid oozes down to your feet. You can feel them turning into squeaky paws, just like your hands, not as huge but still over sized. About two times the size of your feet and more width than that. Your entire body below your neck is now latex. Thankfully, you never got a cut on your head.
The glove snaps again. The cuts on back and stomach close. Once more it snaps. The cut on your right forearm opens.The black latex begins trickling out. You're worried, you have no idea what it's doing. Then, you begin raising your arm. Or rather the latex does. You strain to stop it, but your arm keeps going. Eventually, it's over your head, dripping latex down onto you. It starts at the top of your head and flows down, completely coating your head in a black hood. You can't see anything. Your breathing is restricted. You feel the last bits of uncovered neck get coated. You wait, not being able to move, see, hear, or smell. Just when you think you're going to die, suddenly you can breath again. Shortly after you can see as well. Then, you can move. You look down at your body. You are now a latex cat. You can't feel your face. You look over to the mirror and your worst fears are confirmed. Your new head is a bit bigger then your old one. You now have the feature of a cat. The latex looks more cartoon-ish than realistic and your triangular nose is blue. You find yourself not able to blink or change your facial expression from a goofy smile. You try to scream, but instead your latex mouth opens and you let out a squeak, not dissimilar to a squeak that comes from a dog's toy. You are mortified to see that when you open your mouth, you can see into it for a while, but then it ends in latex and doesn't go anywhere. You're scared and don't know what to do.