Lucas was dying to try out the new moistursing cream he'd bought, he'd been feeling kinda dry the past week and the label said he'd feel as smooth as latex.

Upon putting it on though, his flesh began to itch, the urge becoming too overpowering to ignore, and so he began to scratch and scratch, eventually ripping at his skin, tearing it apart until the shark was no more, and in his place stood Zera, a smooth latex goddess, shed of the mortal shell that was Lucas~