The humid air hung heavy, thick with the scent of jasmine and something else, something primal and reptilian. Jason wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead, his eyes darting around the antique shop. He'd been searching for a unique birthday gift for his mother, something that screamed "adventure" without actually involving any. He'd never expected to find himself face-to-face with… this.

Behind a dusty display case filled with chipped porcelain dolls, leaned a figure that defied logic. It was a cobra, but not just any snake. This was an anthropomorphic cobra, standing upright on two scaled legs, its body impeccably tailored in a flowing silk kimono patterned with intricate lotus blossoms. Its hood was spread slightly, framing a face that was both beautiful and utterly terrifying. Emerald green eyes, flecked with gold, regarded him with an unnerving intensity.

"Welcome, little morsel," the cobra greeted, her voice a silken whisper that scraped against Jason's ears like dry leaves rustling in the wind. A faint hiss laced her words, adding an unsettling edge to her seemingly friendly greeting. "You seem… lost."

Jason swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. "Uh, just… looking around," he stammered, taking a cautious step back. There was something inherently wrong about this creature, something that set his primal instincts screaming.

"Looking, are you?" She tilted her head, her gaze unwavering. "Perhaps I can help you find what you seek. I have many… treasures… secreted away in this humble abode." Her eyes seemed to bore into his, a sensation akin to physical pressure. It made him distinctly uneasy.

"No, thank you. I think I'm good," Jason said, his voice a little too high-pitched. He turned to leave, desperate to escape the oppressive atmosphere of the shop and the unnerving gaze of the cobra-woman.

"But… wouldn't you like to see my special collection?" Her voice, though still soft, seemed to wrap around him, clinging to his mind. "I have things… you wouldn't believe."

He paused, his hand hovering over the doorknob. Just leave, idiot, his brain screamed. But his feet remained rooted to the spot.

"I really should go…" he mumbled, but the words lacked conviction, even to his own ears.

"Come now, little morsel. Don't be shy." She glided forward, her movements fluid and graceful, like water flowing over smooth stones. The air around her seemed to shimmer, distorting the light. "Just a peek… it won't hurt."

Jason felt a strange compulsion to obey, a tugging feeling in the back of his mind that urged him closer. He fought against it, clenching his fists. "No! I… I have to go!"

He managed to wrench the door open, sunlight flooding into the dim shop. He took a step outside, breathing in the clean, fresh air. For a moment, he felt a surge of triumph. He'd resisted!

But the cobra-woman was faster than he anticipated. With a speed that belied her elegant appearance, she coiled around his arm, her scales cool and surprisingly strong. "Nonsense, little morsel," she hissed, her voice close to his ear. "You're not going anywhere."

Her emerald eyes locked with his again, and this time, there was no escaping their pull. They seemed to swirl with hypnotic patterns, drawing him in, pulling him under. He felt his resistance crumbling, his thoughts becoming hazy and indistinct.

"Look into my eyes, little morsel," she commanded, her voice a seductive whisper. "Let go… and forget."

Jason struggled, trying to tear his gaze away, but it was no use. He was trapped, a fly caught in a silken web. The world around him began to blur, the sounds of the street fading into a distant hum. The only thing he could see, the only thing he could hear, were the mesmerizing eyes of the cobra-woman and her hypnotic voice.

"That's it… relax… let go…" she crooned, her voice washing over him like a warm wave. "Forget your worries… forget your fears… forget who you are…"

His struggles lessened, his muscles relaxing. The fight was draining, the cobra's hypnotic suggestion seeping into the very core of his being. He felt himself drifting, sinking into a sea of emerald green.

"Forget… forget… forget…"

Then, darkness.

When Jason's consciousness flickered back to life, it was like waking from a long, dreamless sleep. He felt… strange. Lighter, somehow. And incredibly warm. He blinked, trying to focus his vision.

He was lying on a soft, silk cushion, surrounded by the cobra-woman's coils. They were warm and strangely comforting, like a living blanket. He looked up at her, his mind still foggy and disoriented.

"Welcome back, little one," she purred, her voice laced with satisfaction. "You are safe now… you are home."

He frowned, trying to remember how he got here. He remembered… a shop… a snake… a pair of green eyes… But the details were fuzzy, elusive. It was like trying to grasp a handful of smoke.

"Where… where am I?" he asked, his voice sounding distant and unfamiliar.

"You are where you belong, little one," she replied, nuzzling him gently with her snout. "You are with me… and soon, you will be like me."

A shiver ran down his spine. "Like you? What do you mean?"

She smiled, a slow, predatory grin that sent a jolt of fear through him. "You will see… you will understand… soon enough."

Then, before he could react, she lowered her head and pressed her lips to his. It wasn't a romantic kiss, but something else entirely. It was a kiss of transformation, a transfer of essence, a merging of souls. A jolt of energy surged through him, warm and tingling, as if every cell in his body was being awakened.

His skin began to prickle, a sensation like a thousand tiny needles. He gasped, clutching at his chest. "What's… what's happening?"

The cobra-woman chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated through her coils. "The change is beginning, little one," she whispered. "Embrace it… become."

His skin started to shimmer, a faint green hue spreading across his body like liquid paint. The tingling intensified, becoming a burning sensation. His bones ached, stretching and reforming. He cried out in pain, his voice cracking and distorting.

His fingernails lengthened, sharpening into claws. His hands began to shrink, his fingers fusing together, forming scaled paws. The transformation was agonizing, every cell in his body screaming in protest.

His legs buckled beneath him, collapsing inward. He could feel his bones rearranging, his spine lengthening and becoming more flexible. His feet elongated, the toes merging and developing into scaled claws.

He looked down at his transforming body in horror, his mind struggling to comprehend what was happening. This couldn't be real. It had to be a nightmare. But the pain was too intense, too real to be a dream.

His torso narrowed, his ribs compressing. He could feel his internal organs shifting, adapting to his changing anatomy. His heart pounded in his chest, struggling to keep up with the demands of the transformation.

His clothes ripped and tore, unable to contain his rapidly changing form. He thrashed within the cobra-woman's coils, desperate to escape, but her grip was too strong.

His neck stretched and elongated, his Adam's apple disappearing. His head started to reshape, his features becoming more serpentine. His nose flattened, his ears receding into his skull.

His mouth widened, his lips thinning and hardening into scales. His teeth sharpened into rows of needle-like fangs. His tongue forked, darting out between his lips to taste the air. His eyes widened, the pupils dilating, their color shifting to a vibrant emerald green.

His skin continued to change, the green hue intensifying, spreading across his entire body. Scales formed, overlapping and interlocking, creating a protective armor. His muscles rippled beneath his skin, powerful and serpentine.

His hair fell out, replaced by smooth, sleek scales. A hood began to form behind his head, expanding and widening, a magnificent display of iridescent scales.

The transformation was nearly complete. He was no longer Jason, the antique shopper. He was something else entirely, something… serpentine.

He looked up at the cobra-woman, his new eyes filled with confusion and terror. "Wh… wh… what have you done to m-me…?" he hissed, his voice now a guttural rasp, laced with a sibilant hiss.

She smiled, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "I have given you a gift, little one," she purred. "I have given you your true self."

She tightened her coils around him, pulling him closer to her. "You are one of us now," she whispered. "You are a cobra… and you are mine."

He struggled weakly, but it was no use. His human strength was gone, replaced by the raw power of a serpent. But he was still disoriented, still confused. He didn't understand what was happening, or why.

"W-why…?" he hissed, tears welling up in his eyes, tears that immediately evaporated in the dry air.

"Because I saw something special in you, little one," she replied, stroking his scaled head. "I saw a potential… a longing… to be something more. And I have given you that chance."

She kissed him again, her lips pressing against his scaled snout. This time, the kiss was different. It was a kiss of acceptance, a kiss of belonging. It was a kiss that sealed his transformation, binding him to her forever.

As the cobra-woman's coils tightened around his new serpentine form, a soft, hypnotic melody began to emanate from her, a song that resonated deep within his scaled bones. A song of belonging, acceptance, and a gentle, yielding to his new existence. The transformation was over, the physical pain subsiding, but the hypnotic sway of her voice was just beginning to take hold of his very core.

"You are now one with us, little one. No longer the confused human, but the powerful cobra you were always meant to be," she cooed, her tongue flicking out to taste the air around him. "Embrace your new form, your new life, your new purpose…and forget the past that never truly defined you."

His mind began to swim, the last vestiges of his human memories fading into a distant, dreamlike haze. The faces of his family, the mundane routines of his former life, the very concept of "Jason" - all began to slip away like sand through his scaled claws.

The cobra-woman's coils undulated, and he mimicked her movements, a natural, instinctual response that was both unsettling and strangely comforting. The green scales of his body seemed to glow with an inner light, reflecting the emerald depths of her eyes.

"Let the memories fade, let the past dissolve. There is only now, only us, only the slithering path ahead," she continued, her voice a soothing balm, smoothing away the last traces of his former identity. "You are home now, little one. Home, where you belong."

The hypnotic melody reached a crescendo, a powerful surge of suggestion that washed over him, obliterating the last remnants of his resistance. All that remained was a primal instinct, a deep-seated need to obey, to submit to her will.

He nestled into her coils, his serpentine body perfectly aligned with hers. He closed his emerald eyes, surrendering to the hypnotic embrace, and let the transformation complete itself, not just physically, but mentally and emotionally.

The final threads of Jason's consciousness unraveled, replaced by the instincts and desires of a cobra. He was no longer a man trapped in a snake's body, but a true serpent, born anew.

He opened his eyes, his gaze now clear and focused, devoid of any human emotion. He looked at the cobra-woman, his new mother, his new master. A low hiss escaped his lips, a sound of pure contentment.

"Yes… mother…" he whispered, his voice now a perfect echo of hers. "I am home."

The cobra-woman smiled, a triumphant expression that radiated from her very being. "Welcome, my child," she purred. "Welcome to our world."

And as they coiled together, two serpents intertwined in a hypnotic embrace, Jason, the former antique shopper, was gone forever, replaced by the loyal, serpentine son of the cobra-woman, ready to embrace his new life and his new destiny, completely and utterly under her command. His old life was a distant dream, a forgotten memory, and he was finally, completely, a cobra. One of her own. The world had been forgotten.