A flash of sharp teeth. An inhuman hunger gleaming in narrow-slit eyes. Shining scales, a long, flicking tail. The shadows cast by massive, half-furled wings. Nostrils flaring, releasing a faint puff of smoke.
What a thing to see in the mirror, huh?
You shake your head and close your eyes in halfhearted disbelief. When you open them again, you see, for a moment, a quick glimpse of retreating nictating membranes - shields for those impossibly sharp, impossibly vibrant eyes. The eyes through which you now see the world.
Part of you expects that the next mirror you look into, you'll see a meek, messy-haired, melancholy young man in the mirror once again. That you'll wake up, and feel the disappointment that comes in the wake of a wonderful dream.
But you've never had a dream this vivid. You feel the warmth in your chest, the gentlest of breezes over your wings, the back and forth unconscious flicking of your tail.
Without thinking, you rumble. A deep, throaty sound, gently shaking the world around you. A sound like none you've never heard before, let alone produced; but you Know, deep within, that it is a sound of pleased happiness. Of comfort.
You pull those wings forward, wrapping them around yourself. They're amazingly soft, comforting.
It's too much. You can't hold it in anymore.
The rumbling purr is replaced by a low, keening cry. You close your eyes, feeling them well up with tears. Your tail slams into the ground, with thump-thump-thumps of excitement.
You're overwhelmed by joy, relief, excitement, happiness.
You're a god damn dragoness.
You're finally you.