A female.

Your gaze lifted slightly to meet your own eyes. Red like the flesh of your ancestors, it was a stark contrast to the rest of you; yet somehow it failed to make you look intimidating.

Reaching up, you slowly try to comb your fingers through your silken white hair, occasionally bumping into one of your horns in the process. It was somewhere between curled and waved, the tactile sensation giving you a sense of comfort.

You weren't unattractive, as many would find you quite appealing. Sure, you were rather petite, but your feminine charm was certainly abundant. Your breasts were small, but soft and perky, tipped with firm pink nipples. You were thin, but certainly soft and squeezable. Even your sex was soft and dainty, with a slight pink tint.

Not paying your reflection much mind, you begin dressing yourself.