You fall under the weight of the slime that falls from one of the walkways above. You try to protect your face, but quickly become distracted by your mouth seemingly elongating, turning into a muzzle before your eyes. The sludge drips down, forming into thick fur across your body.
You feel a tugging, the excess coalescing into a thick and fluffy tail that sways behind you as you feel along your face in shock. Your new body is so soft now, fur made for keeping you warm doing its job in blocking out the chill of the halls. Perhaps this isn't so bad...