You stutter on the phone for a second while you think of what to say. "No, wait Quinn, don't hang up."
"How did--?" your friend says on the other end of the line. "Who is this?"
"You called the right number," you reply in a sheepish voice. "I know I don't sound like myself, but it's...really, really hard to explain. I was planning on coming to your party tomorrow night, and I put on this costume..." You cut yourself off, almost chuckling at how silly the situation seems. "Can you just come over? You won't believe this until you see it."
"Uh...," Quinn says. You hope he'll give you the chance to convince him. If you can, it might make tomorrow night's party a lot more interesting. "Okay, I'm free in an hour. I'll meet you at your place."
You say your goodbyes and hang up the phone. You're not too far from your apartment, so you can easily beat Quinn there. As you walk briskly down the street, hair and skirt swaying in the light breeze, you wonder to yourself what Quinn was calling you for in the first place.
Back at your apartment, you unload your backpack and check yourself over in the mirror. Your hair needs a quick brushing after being tousled around all morning.
In a few minutes you hear the buzzer go off. You walk to the door comm and hear Quinn's voice. "You up there?" You decide not to reply over the comm. You simply press the button to unlock the apartment door and let him in.
You hope you can quickly dispel his suspicions about you with a simple demonstration of what the costume hanger can do. You suddenly realize that you haven't turned yourself back into a boy since you were transformed in the first place. A brief second of panic sets in as you worry about what you would do if the hanger didn't work the way the store clerk said.
Your thoughts are interrupted by a knocking on the door, followed by Quinn's muffled voice calling your name.