You don't mean to walk into the fallen pile of goo, but you have. It climbs up your legs, up your arms as you try to tug it off. Your fur is impatient, sprouting before it's even finished spreading, but your panic drips away to idle confusion. This doesn't hurt, even when your spine lengthens into a tail, despite the shock that comes with that. Your new button nose twitches, tail doing a little wiggle as you pat at your new horns and fur. This isn't so bad...