The next three hours were almost surreal for Drake as she tried to work herself free of the pony-girl outfit.
Using the sharp metal corner of one of the benches in the locker room, she slowly tried to work the buckles holding the hoof-mittens on her hands free. Progress was slow and her ability to concentrate on the problem was being constantly broken by the vibrator going inside her body. Despite trying to ignore the sensations, her pleasure built from the device until she could hardly focus on anything but wriggling her rump around, making the tail connected to the buttplug swish violently as she had her first climax as a woman. It took her a few minutes to recover from that experience, panting around the gag in her mouth, until she could try to resume working herself free.
Other women came into the locker room to change. They would look at Drake, and generally get a faint, puzzled expression -- they knew something was out of the ordinary here, in some sense, but at the same time Drake's earlier wish kept them from responding to it as such.
The first woman looked over Drake, then noticed the lamp -- or rather, she didn't exactly see the lamp, but her gaze kept drifting towards it even as she changed her clothing. Drake hurriedly crawled over and hid the lamp by curling her body over it. When she finished changing, the other woman came over and looked at Drake with a curious expression, then looked all around in puzzlement for whatever it was that was making her fascinated by the scene. Drake tried to asked for help around the gag, making only muffled noises, but only got a gentle petting on her head from the other woman, much like one would pat a pet. Eventually the woman noticed the time and left the locker room, still looking back over her shoulder.
After that, any time anyone came into the locker room, Drake stopped trying to get free and hid the lamp with her body. The other women who came into the locker room accepted her presence and behavior as normal, ignoring her muffled pleas for help. Some petted her like the first did, and a couple even sat on her, on the saddle on her back, when putting on their shoes. Surprisingly, Drake found despite her size she was strong enough to support their weight.
Drake began suspecting she should be grateful that she specified being Ethan's dream 'woman' instead of 'female' as she began to suspect she would have ended up literally a pony-girl of some sort.
During all of this, the genie just watched her, arms folded, invisible to everyone else, and with a somewhat pained, patient expression on his face.
Finally, after more orgasms than she could keep track of, Drake managed to get one hand free of the hoof-mitten that held it. Her fingers felt cramped and stiff, but she managed to get the gag around her mouth unfastened and out even as the pleasure from the vibrator built to another climax within her. Seeing no one else in the locker room, she hurriedly picked up the lamp. "Genie," she panted, almost out of breath and sweaty from being trapped in all that leather. "I wish...-"