You had been scared by your changes, but as they progress farther you become more and more intrigued by them. You're no longer interested in getting help for your condition.
What you are interested in you go looking for on the internet. After some searching you find a vibrator stylized like a snake head and order it with expedited shipping. Meanwhile, your searches have turned up parts of the internet that you didn't know existed. You masturbate to erotic fiction stories of women transforming into snake creatures.
Exhausted by the day's events, you curl up under several blankets for a long night's sleep. Your dreams are erotic and filled with snakes.
When you finally wake up you realize it's been almost 12 hours. Crawling out of bed, you find your changes have continued during the night. Scales now run far down your left leg and left arm, mirroring your right side. Your left breast now matches your right: permanently perky with scales and tipped by a small rattlesnake rattle. You notice a pattern on your stomach reminiscent of a snake's belly, with the ends pointed at your cleavage and your pussy. Scales run up your neck and are starting to creep onto your face.
You've lost every hair on your body where the scales now cover. What will happen to your long hair? You suppose you'll find out soon.
Hungry, you feast on some meat you find in your refrigerator then curl up by the window to bask in the warm sunlight.
Late that day you hear a knock on your door. Getting up, you find it difficult to walk. You stumble to the door and lookithrough the peephole. You see a deliveryman walking away. You crack the front door open enough to retreive the discreet package on your doorstep. You head to your bedroom and sit on the bed. Examining your feet you understand your difficulty walking: extending from both of your heels is material like a rattle, but stiff. You have permanent rattlesnake stilettos!
You catch a glimpse of yourself in your wall mirror and get up to examine your body further. You like how the rattlesnake heels make your legs look. Your scaly stomach is firm and flat. The scales now cover your face. The shape of your pupils has changed. You still have your nose and your lips, but a smile reveals sharper teeth - especially your canines. You stick out your tongue and are not surprised to see it is now longer and forked. Your long hair isn't gone, but it has certainly changed. A natural brunette, your long locks are now jet black and in thing strands, reminiscent of dreadlocks...or Medusa. Fortunately, it's just think hair, not actually snakes on your head.
You remember the package waiting for you on the bed. You rip open the packaging, find some batteries, and lay on your bed with your legs spread wide. After some caressing and petting your new snake toy, you're so aroused you don't even need to lube up. You turn the vibrator on and slide it into you, driving yourself to orgasm after orgasm until the batteries give out. Exhausted and a little sore, you lay on your bed, feeling only partly fulfilled. As much pleasure as the new vibrator gave you, you still desire something more: a mate.