Outside in the women's locker room, Drake looked around as she exited the shower stall and was glad to see the place empty for the moment. She felt awkward in her new shape and not yet adjusted to being so short and small. Her duffle bag looked somewhat out of place in the women's locker room, but she was relieved to see it. Opening it, she quickly reached inside to pull out the clothing she had wished to be in there, and found inside a ... wedding gown.
"Damn." Drake winced a little at the sound of her own voice. It was a bit too young and cute sounding to swear convincingly. She realized she had not really provided any specific details when wishing for a gown, or any underwear, for that matter. She pulled the lamp out of her bag, too, and paused, thinking about trying to avoid attention while working this out.
Rubbing the lamp caused the genie to appear once more and gave Drake an unexpected sense of relief to know the lamp did still work. "WHAT IS YOUR WISH, OH MISTRESS?"
Drake blinked at being addressed as 'Mistress', then actually giggled before she could stop herself. "I wish that until I leave this room, anyone else who was in here would not notice anything I do out of the ordinary, and any of my belongings in here with me, or the lamp. They would think whatever was happening was perfectly normal and not worthy of doing anything about, and as soon as they leave this room they would forget all me being in this room."
"THE LAMP WILL ALWAYS HOLD A FASCINATION FOR PEOPLE IF THEY SEE IT, MISTRESS, EVEN IF THEY ARE NOT AWARE OF SEEING IT," the genie warned, then said, "YOUR WISH IS GRANTED!" and disappeared again.
"Still, it gets me a little breathing room," Drake muttered and rubbed the lamp again.
"WHAT IS YOUR WISH, OH MISTRESS?"
"I wish, genie, that instead of having this wedding gown, I was dressed in the way Ethan would want his dream woman to be."
The genie paused and looked pensive. "ARE YOU SURE OF THIS, MISTRESS?"
Drake blinked again. "Well, yes."