When she wakes up, your wife also notices that she has continued to change. She's trying to look on the bright side, but is a little worried at how far they've extended already. They seem to nearly reach her calves. She starts to walk. The tentacles twitch. She stops. They stop. She starts again - the same. They are mimicking, albeit poorly, the movement of her legs. She reaches out and touches one and realises she can feel it. She squats and the tentacles raise. She stands up straight and they hug her legs and go straight down. "At least if I can get this down I can conceal them beneath some baggy pants.." She says to herself half worrying she'll never be able to go out in public again. Her flesh-skirt feels a little dry and almost itchy, so she decides to take a bath. Unsure what to do, she sits down in the middle of the tub with the tentacles extended out in all directions, in order not to sit on any of them. The rising water feels very good on them. Slowly, she tries to move them. It's quite awkward at first, but this is already incredible progress from yesterday. Clearly, they can move independently, but she can only intentionally move them all at once, and only really up and down. This however makes the skirt go up and down. As she does this, it pushes water between her legs. The rushing water over her womanhood is a bit of a turn on "mm.. this is probably used to push me through the water..I need to go for a swim."
She lays back as best she can, moving her tentacles with her hands to get them out of the way. She starts to feel drowsy, but the water is still running. One of her tentacles reaches and turns the faucet off as she falls asleep.