Lina realized she still wasn't particularly aroused, but figured maybe it was for the best, as she looked over at the clock next to the bed. 1:15.
"This hotel has a restaurant, right?" asked Lina, and the still-bewildered maid nodded.
"I'm gonna get lunch, then," Lina said. "You can stay right here and clean. Um, I wish I was dressed in something casual but sexy."
She lifted up the covers and got out of bed, revealing that she was wearing a black pleated miniskirt, a tank top short enough to show off a bit of midriff, and wedge sandals.
"Hmm," she said to herself, "I could probably use some makeup and jewelry, too -- I wish I had those."
Leaving the room, she paused at the mirror to once again admire her cuter, younger self. She had on almost as much makeup as the maid, and with that plus the hoop earrings, several necklaces, and a few rings on her fingers, she figured she might attract a bit too much attention. She made sure she was clutching the medallion tight as she said, "I wish everyone would see me as normal."
She made one more wish as she was exiting around the maid's cart: "I wish I had a purse that had everything I need in it." It appeared, hanging from her right shoulder. She dropped the medallion into it.
Lina walked a few doors down to find the elevator, discovering that she was on the top floor of the high-rise hotel. Assuming the restaurant was on the ground floor, she pressed the appropriate button.
The polished walls of the elevator reflected her image back at her, and she couldn't resist. She took the medallion back out of her purse and said, "I wish I was dressed even sexier."
Her tank top shrank until it was merely a tube top encircling her budding breasts, and her miniskirt shrank into a microskirt just a few inches long, the waistband of her black thong panties visible above it. She felt herself being lifted up a couple of inches as her wedge sandals became shiny black platform shoes with stiletto heels. A silver charm suddenly dangled from her now-pierced navel and a sparkly rhinestone choker encircled her neck. Her fingernails became long and manicured like the maid's, and she could see in the reflection that her makeup was now as club-worthy as the maid's.
With a chime, the elevator stopped, and the doors opened onto the ground floor.