You were born female before, and you're born female now. You feel your inner flame ignite, heating your cold blood. You are a dragon. Before just a myth, or at least thought to be a myth, now thanks to the miracle of genetics, dragons were no longer extinct. And you were the first, the Eve of this glorious creatures who could rise up and rule the world once again... after you spent a century or so growing up again (being a teenager in your 70s was gonna be weird), but what was that compared to the eons you were gonna live?
Something wet and slimy smacks into you. You turn... and see a winged reptile with seven limbs (two legs, two arms, two wings, and a tail), she's so tiny... and... wait a minute...
There is a mirror set up so you can see your new self...
And both of you look into the mirror... and stare in shock, not at your new form, you knew what you were going to look like, more or less. But that your egg hadn't held a single occupant.
Lightning struck both your brains as you both let out panicked shriek. You point at each other letting out reptilian noises. The doctors seem as in shock as you.
Both of you are thinking the same thing, 'What the heck were you doing in my egg?!'
Both of you search your memories, and find nothing missing. A fear builds inside each of you. Are you the real one? Who is the real one? ... Is there a real one?