My Metamorphosis

I wake up to the sound of my alarm going off next to my head. I reach out to turn it off, and find that multiple limbs are moving towards the alarm. I freeze, not sure if I am still dreaming and lay for a second while the alarm continues to sound in my ear, staring at what should have been my one, human arm. Instead, dozens of little legs are suspended in front of my face. I lurch sideways out of bed in an attempt to escape whatever creature was suddenly in the room with me. As I roll off my mattress and onto the floor I realize that the creature is moving with me, occupying the same space as me. As I try to stand and escape, flailing my limbs in an attempt to get the creature away from me, I come to the horrifying conclusion that I am the creature.
Even as I come to this understanding I continue to thrash around desperately, refusing to accept the situation. How could this have happened? How is this even possible? I try to yell out, to get someone's attention and hopefully get help, but instead of words all that comes out is a weird clicking noise that I don't understand. This brings me up short, and I stop moving about so that I can fully assess the situation. I'm laying on the floor, and as I try to move myself into an upright position my body does not cooperate. I twist to the side to get a better view of my body and I see dozens of short, hairy legs poking out from a round and segmented body. As I gaze at this new body, my brain tells my legs to move, and the legs on the lower half of the body twitch and wiggle.
As I test the limbs of this new body I hear my roommate, Joyce, coming out of the room next door to mine and knocking on my door. She wonders if I'm alright, she had heard a lot of noise coming from my room. I panic, thinking her reaction to my new form, and try to call out that I'm fine and not to come in, but again the clicking is all that escapes my mouth. She continues to talk to me through the door, saying that she's coming in, and I try to back into the corner, trying and failing to make this impossible body unnoticeable. Joyce doesn't notice me at first, looking towards the bed, but as she looks into the rest of the room her gaze lands on me, and she freezes. After her moment of confusion and hesitation she wheels around and slams the door behind her, screaming to our other roommates about the horrible monster that is in Molly's room.