You're tongue flickers out, tasting the air, taking in the new senses.
You try to scream as you stare at your reflection, but all that comes out is a meek hiss. You stare at the cold beady eyes of the snake you have become, characteristically reptilian yet with undeniable awareness and terror behind them.
You try to squirm, but you're being held too tightly by your captor. You thrash helplessly, completely within his grasps, your much longer body contorted this way and that.
After several moments of useless struggle you give up and hang within his hands limply. A hand grabs your head right behind the head, holding it steady so you can see exactly what he has in store for you next.
You flick your tongue sensing the warmth right in front. It takes a moment for you to realize what you are staring at: