She wakes up in the bathtub almost in a startled awakening, having felt like she slept for years. Feeling refreshed and relaxed she starts to get up, but realizes her lower body isn't responsive. Laying on her back she looks down to see her tentacles have grown to nearly 4 feet long, and are starting to become a fleshy pink color, taking on the hue and texture of skin. Nervously, she lifts up the front tentacles and jolts in horror as she sees no sign of her legs anywhere. She looks around at her lower body frantically as if she can find what she knows is forever gone, she feels around where her legs would've been but can only find where the flesh ends and where her thicker, longer tentacles begin. They seem to all converge around her vagina and rectum, which seems to be slightly rearranged to fit neatly tucked under her body. She stares at herself for what feels like an eternity, studying every fold and crease along her newly rearranged lower half. It looks foreign to her, she knows its unnatural and internally knows she should be absolutely freaked out, but is fascinated with herself nevertheless. She snaps out of her trance, and immediately thinks of what she should do, shes never had tentacles, has no clue how to work them, and with her legs gone, she has no clue how she is supposed to get up. She grabs a front right tentacle, and holds it close to her eyes, studying it, and tries to to move it. 3 tentacles respond, all moving weakly and awkwardly in a directions not intended. She let's the tentacle go in disgust as it makes a wet plopping sound against the floor of the tub. She tries more times to move her tentacles, but they dont seem to move in any way that she wants them too, and it is very awkward to move them, almost like trying to write with your off hand. Looking at her arms she grips the side of the tub, hoists herself up like a swimmer from a pool, and then rolls out onto the hardwood floor. She lies there naked dripping water all over the floor on her side. She props herself up with an arm, and then rolls to face the towel rack. She gets up and crawls on her belly, dragging her tentacles behind her as if she was paralyzed, noticing that everytime she hops forward with an arm, her tentacles involuntarily move such as when your arms swing when you run. Grabbing a towel after a good 10 ft crawl, she begins drying herself off, and soon realizes drying 8 floppy legs is a lot more tedious than drying her old legs. She scoots over to where her clothes were left on the floor and puts on a shirt. She throws her socks and panties into the corner with a forceful throw, realizing that her days of wearing those may be long gone. She stares for a second, and let's out a sniffle, then turns to the door.