Metamorphasis

No, this isn't about Kafka, although that is a good book. Read it...seriously. It's all about existentialism.
I'm not that alarmed at this turn of events; my mind's done stranger things...I've seen worse. I'm actually surprised at how sane most of the world is...it makes a lot of sense for eating about 20 pieces of blotter paper. Right now I can see my poleepkwa hands, but layered over that, like in double-exposure, are five fingers and smooth, shell-less skin. I'm seeing myself as human right now.
The thing that I'd really like to know is what part of my mind decided the gender. Most people tend to use male pronouns with poleepkwa and I have a male name, but right now I think I'm a girl...I can't be sure because I don't know much about human anatomy. Is it because stereotypically females are more verbal that I'm seeing myself as one? Maybe, or maybe it's because I don't see myself as strong enough to be a guy. Either way, this is so odd...I feel my mandibles, but only dimly, and my legs and arms are hard to move. Typing's getting hard too; I keep expecting five fingers when I only have three. My brain's probably going berserk, poor thing...having to decide what viewpoint to use: poleepkwa or human.
Are you what you think, or what you physically are? Seth's a poleepkwa now, but he's been human for all of his life. He thinks like one, probably still acts like one, but is he human anymore? Does identity depend on your thoughts or is it determined by the particular meat structure you find yourself in? If this weird transformation I find myself in became permanent, would I be poleepkwa or human? Could it be that I'm something totally different right now?