Despite the slime starting along your backside, one of the first things that forms is your muzzle, impatient to grow. A thick bushy tail twists from the goo, leafy fur rustling in the air conditioned breeze as it sways, nearly unbalancing you. Your legs snap, changing to an animalistic form as paws melt out of what were once feet, followed by paws replacing your hands.
The goo spreads across your chin and face despite you trying your best to twist your head away. Your hair bleeds into a dark green, and your attempted cry for help changes into a growling noise, startling yourself back to silence as the transformation finishes, leaving you confused and disorientated. At least the sunlight feels nice.