You decide to give in to the latex and let yourself transform into a sheep. It certainly feels good so far, so why not? Looking back at the hornet, you can see its eyes staring back at yours. It almost feels like you can understand it through those eyes. Feeling another shock of pleasure in your upper body, your eyes shift downwards, checking the progress of the latex. Sure enough, the pink sheep wool has spread across your entire torso and is starting to crawl down your arms and legs. The pleasure begins to increase more and more, to the point where you can't help but let out a moan. The last thing you hear is your moan becoming the bleat of a sheep as latex coats your mouth and the insides of it before you quickly fall asleep.
You wake up. From what you can see, a few hours passed and it has become morning. You can see soft sunbeams shining off your pink latex skin, giving off a nice, warm feeling. Eyes scanning the parking lot again, you realize your senses have developed. Upon getting up, you can feel every blade of grass brush against your shiny skin, and when you look around, your vision is enhanced - you can see things that you couldn't easily see before. That puddle of asphalt-colored liquid latex on the ground (you can smell its sweet scent too), the cracks in the pavement a mile away from you, and the small weeds amongst the grass next to the entrance you came through. It all looks so clear. You don't think you'll want to go back.
After reveling in the greatness of your enhanced senses, you decide to take a look at yourself. You trot over to the puddle of grey latex, surprised at how easily you walked on four feet; it's almost as if you knew it from birth. A single glimpse at your reflection shows you your new body: the body of a pink latex sheep. As you walk in and around the puddle and tilt your head, you view yourself from many angles. A short, pink muzzle, small ears, curly fuchsia horns, and a coat of wool made completely out of latex were the recognizable parts of your body.
And it was all perfect, you thought.
You lick up a bit of the latex puddle. Shiny, gray material wouldn't look too appetizing to an average person, but you couldn't resist the sweet scent radiating from it. The taste of latex made you want more, but now isn't the time; you should be doing things, and drinking latex can wait. Looking around the parking lot again, you spot the exit back into the forest, the entrance to the laboratory, and the orange latex hornet from earlier, who is curled up on the grass, sleeping. What should you do?