The goo covers your form, mixtures of black and white swirling about as you try to push yourself to your feet. Your vision spins, feet and legs feeling strange and not quite right. It doesn't feel wrong, but it's not familiar either. Your ears almost seem to lengthen and flick, mouth shifting until it's more akin to a muzzle. You can't help the surprised sound that escapes as something sprouts from your head, horns of some sort, followed by something emerging from your backside.
When you look, you're startled, surprised to see some sort of tail, but not exactly displeased by the sight. It swishes and flicks, your new paws squishing against the floor as you watch with rising warmth. It feels nice, the thick fur soft and nice to pet. You could get used to this....