... a little girl who belongs in middle school. She had pale skin, light brown hair cut short, and bright blue eyes. But what caught your attention at once was the fluffy white dress she was wearing with a blue spiral pendant around her neck with a tight gold chain that seemed to cling to her skin like a magnet. She also had on pink elbow length gloves, and practical white flat tops with the same blue spiral design on them. She had with her a bright blue staff with a golden Star of David on top.
"Hiiiii!" She said in an adorable if high pitched voice. "You must be my new familiar! I'm Tammy! I'll call you Smoky! You sounds fun right?"
You blink in confusion and bewildered. "Hey! My name isn't Smoky! It's Smoky! What?!" You think hard and realize you can't remember ever being called anything BUT Smoky! And your voice! You sound like a glorified plush toy. You reach your hands to your throat, and realize they are bright blue and scaley and had little black claws at the end. You look yourself over quickly, and realize you are a plump mostly bipedal baby DRAGON ... completely with a long spade ended tail, and leathery wings that flap.
You realize AGAIN that while you KNOW this isn't right, you CAN'T remember any form, shape, or size except this one... except maybe being in a nice comfy egg somewhere, NO! That isn't it! You know you were studying for a test for school... a school for being a good familiar... ugh! That couldn't be right! You were a teenage, well, in human years, in dragon where you were still a whelp of course... Dangit!
"Smoky? Are you okay?" Tammy asked with genuine concern.
"No I'm not alright Mama! I mean Mistress! Master! I mean Boss! Mommy! I mean Bestest Best Buddy In The Whole Wide World!" Your head is spinning in confusion, you had meant to say simply 'you brat', hadn't you?
"... What's wrong Smoky? You can tell me." Tammy said gently.
"I'm not supposed to be a dragon! I'm supposed to be a dragon! I'm not supposed to a baby dragon! I'm supposed to be a baby dragon!"
"Oh..." Now Tammy looked worried. She reached out and felt your forehead. Her touch sends shockwaves through your head. "Are you sick?"
"I... " Your eyes dilate, and you smile. "I'm sorry mama, I think I was super confused." You don't want to worry or upset her, that would be just wrong. The idea of seeing the girl before you upset or hurt is unthinkable. "But can you tell me about yourself? And what I'm supposed to do? I didn't finish my familiar studies."
"Oh!" She blushed. "Sorry! I didn't mean to summon you ahead of time!"