"Hold on a second," Uncle Jack shouts after you as you start downstairs. "I know you have a thing for dogs right?" You pause, how could he possibly know you're into furry stuff, especially knowing that you're specifically interested in canines. You blush in embarrassment, your secret having been blown, especially one he had no way of knowing.
"N-no, i'm not-" Uncle Jack cuts you off.
"I think I got something for ya, go into the backroom downstairs and search for a mirror I have in the back. You nod, cheeks as red as tomatoes, and do as your told, heading downstairs into the storage room. You dig past the boxes of junk and discover a large object draped in a red sheet. You rip off the sheet, exposing an old tall, ornate, silver mirror, with wolf heads carved into the frame. You look into the reflective glass and instead of your reflection, you see that of a hulking werewolf. You jump back, frightened touching your face, relieved to find that you're still human. You peer back into the beautiful mirror and the werewolf stares back at you, mimicking you're movements perfectly, it's your reflection. Slowly it morphs into something else, a small fox, then an anthro german shepherd, dressed in a steampunk outfit, then a fat rubber rottweiler, once again on all fours. You just keep staring as it cycles through different canines, some for legged, some humanoid, clothes being different as well, some furry, some rubbery or even mascot-like, old and young, some even female, all while occasionally touching your face to verify your humanity. Becoming more and more intrigued by the minute you touch the cool glass of the mirror, and the image instantly vanishes from the frame. You feel a tingling sensation eminent from beneath your skin, as your deepest canine wish becomes granted.