> On the contrary, we are dwarfed by the mirror. Our stature is disappointingly diminutive.
>We have to look down to see this mirror, because our hugeness is off the chain. Or rather, we're hella giant.
>Also, female. And an rather handsome one at that, with nice green hair.
>You fluff up some attractive green hair. At least, you're fairly sure it's green hair. It might just be the glowing stick, after all.
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>You try to discern your height, but no matter how much you try, you can't seem to get anything concrete. The mirror-surface is about eye-level, and there's nothing to base your height on otherwise. You still, however, take the time to muse on the fantasy of being a giant.
>We have to look up at the mirror because we are located on the ceiling, as always. We never really got the hang of gravity.
>What if you aren't even on the floor at all?! The sudden realization makes you gasp.
>You shake your head and try to get the terrifying thought away. There's no time for paranoia!
> We are a male of above average height with a beard and a mustache. In spite of our Scottish accent, we are known as "the Spaniard".
>What on earth is Scottish? Or Spaniard? The words that pop into your head make no sense to you.
>
>After discovering your hair, you find yourself at another crossroads: You are still unsure as to the details of your gender. You'd rather not have to grab your crotch, as it'd be very rude. But it appears to be your only option.