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"Hey guys, there's a magic mirror over here! Apparently it shows you what pokemon you'd be."

"What, like one of those cringe online quizzes?"

"Ha ha, I guess so! At least this'll be quick. Who's got time for those things anyway?"

"Oh, I uh, made one of those awhile back."

"HAH! Yeah, of course YOU would."

The three of them laugh and head for the mirror, and I follow them. It's big, stretching easily over 10 feet tall. For a magic mirror, nothing seems special about it; just a regular reflection of the room.

That changes when Kyle steps in front of it. His reflection is a hazy shadow at first, growing larger and clearing up to reveal a tyranitar looking down at him! "Whoa!" He steps back, and his reflection does as well. He tests it out further, stretching his arms and jumping up and down, his reflection's movements looking jarring and unnatural on such bulky and stubby limbs. "That is CRAZY!"

"Me next!" Joe shoves Kyle out of the way, his hazy reflection twisting and morphing until it takes shape as a donphan.

"Psh, can't even stand on two legs. Mine's way better!" Kyle says.

"Hey, donphan's still strong! Besides, it's ground-type, it'd totally beat yours!" Joe's sudden turn swings his trunk around wildly, and his gesturing makes his forelegs clip through his tusks.

"Hey, my turn!" Brad steps in front, frowning as the shadowy reflection shrinks down and clears into a dewott.

Joe and Kyle laugh out loud, pointing down and laughing at his 2'7" reflection. "Dude, that's so lame!"

"Wha- No, dewotts are badass! They got swords! And they evolve into samurott! Besides, at least mine's still on two legs." He gives Joe a shove, the dewott's short arm failing to reach the donphan.

"It's not even fully evolved, yours is the weakest by far!"

"... Oh really? Hey, Jacob!" Brad looks to me. "Let's see yours."

"O-oh, yeah." They all step aside, and I step forward, struggling to meet my own gaze. I hear a stifled laugh as the shadowy haze shrinks down even further than Brad's, into a petit and slender shape with a pronounced tail. The haze clears, and I find myself looking down at...

A snivy. Not what I'd expected; I never considered it a favorite, and it wasn't even one of the options on my quiz. But there's something about its face; the way it looks up at me with its casual, half-lidded eyes, and I notice its mouth turning to a subtle smirk. I find it so appealing, looking so smu-

"HAHAHA! Oh my god, dude, you're a BABY pokemon!"

"Uh, well, snivy's not technically a baby-"

Kyle's hand drops onto my shoulder, the tyranitar's hand far above my reflection's body. "You're definitely the weakest of the gang, hah!"

"Ha ha, yeah, it's uh, pretty lame..."

The others start to move on with the tour, and I turn to follow... but I stop just short of stepping out of the mirror. I linger there, staring at the snivy. Its pointed snout turned up toward me, and that little smirk crossing its face again. I reach a hand toward the snout, expected it to clip through, but it lands perfectly on the tip of it. I draw a finger across the top, watching my reflection do the same.

Oh jeez what am I doing, touching my nose like that? But my reflection's face is unbothered. It doesn't look like it could feel any kind of shame. So I continue, sliding my hand down my body, watching it glide across the cream-colored scales of the underbelly. They look so smooth, so clean, so perfect. I can only imagine how they'd feel to touch, the scaly texture of them...

My hand drifts to the reflection's leafy arm, imagining the texture of a blade of grass against my skin. Or rather, against my own grassy hand. Then to the green outer scales, with a feeling somewhere between the two; the smoothness of scales meeting the softness of leaves. The blades of yellow grass sprouting from my shoulders are light and loose, easily bending at my touch but always perfectly returning to their usual shape.

My hands take another trip down my body, running across its elegant, serpentine form, the beautiful curve flowing perfectly into my tail. My little arms are too short to reach it, so I wag it in front of me to get a better feel. My scales are as perfect as everywhere else, and the great big leaf at the tip is firm and healthy.

I release my tail, sway it back and forth, then do a spin like a ballerina! My legs may be short, but between my tail helping me balance and my excellent footwork, they're the perfect size for a snivy.

Then my gaze returns to my face. My eyes, casual and half-lidded, perpetually relaxed. It's not as if a snivy ever has any worries. That's why I'm still wearing a smirk. Always confident. Always proud. Always so rightfully smug.

Finally finished in the mirror, I stroll away, hopping over the pile of oversized clothes; how silly it was of me to cover my perfect body. I retrieve my wallet and keys with a vine as I pass, leaving the shameful cloth behind.

On my way out, a familiar group of humans takes notice of me. "Hey, there's some snivy wandering around." Kyle says.

Brad steps in front of me and reaches down. "Hey little guy, whatcha doin' all alone-"

"Sni!" I swat his hand away with a vine and step around him. I ought to keep better company than this lousy pack of ignoble coworkers. My pent-up anger rises to the surface, but I find it easy to let go and walk away; I'm far too perfect to be holding grudges with those below me.

Once I'm out of earshot of Brad's complaining and insulting, with my shame and anger far behind me, I head home with my smirk growing into a smug grin; I've got a new personality quiz to write.