You open the door slowly and look up at your friend Quinn. Normally, he'd only be two inches taller than you, but in your current form he has a much greater advantage and appears more intimidating than you've ever seen him.
His eyes stare at you in mild surprise, which changes to suspicion. "May I come in?" he asks coolly.
"Yeah," you say, stepping aside to let him in. He walks in and you close the door.
"So where is he?" Quinn asks, looking around the small, cluttered apartment.
"Quinn, it's me," you say. "I really hope you believe what I'm about to tell you, because it's all true, and it's fantastic."
You tell him calmly about the strange mall through the park, the strange things you saw in there, and your accidental transformation into a high school girl. You show him the hanger that once held the school uniform. He listens to everything with surprising seriousness, not interrupting or snickering at any point despite the story's unbelievable nature.
When you finish, he looks at the hanger and then at you. "Okay, I came here looking for my friend, and I listened to your story. I thought you were just helping him pull a prank on me or something, but now I think you're insane and something awful has happened to him." He approaches you menacingly. You back into the wall and look up meekly as he towers over you. "Where. Is. He?"
You don't feel as strong or assertive as you used to as a boy. Your lips tremble. "I-if y-you give me the hanger back, I will show you."
He hands you the hanger. You slip sideways across the wall, walking around him and gathering up an outfit that used to fit you as a boy. You set a pair of pants, socks, underwear and a tee-shirt on the hanger.
"When I remove these clothes, that will trigger the spell. Watch carefully."
"Oh, I'm watching," Quinn says as he crosses his arms.
You pull the clothes off the hanger and feel a static shock. Slowly, your uniform tightens around your body. You slip off the vest and unzip the skirt to give yourself a little more room.
"Excuse me for this, but in a second it won't be a problem that my shirt will be open," you say. The weight of your breasts vanishes as something new stirs in your panties. Your male body is reasserting itself. You grow taller and older. The shirt is tight on you now, but you can unbutton it all the way without worrying about exposing anything private. You notice that your bra is now limp across your abdomen and you quickly remove it.
"You see now?" you say to Quinn, whose eyes have expanded to the size of ping pong balls.
"Dude...," he whispers. "That is crazy."
"All that threatening stuff you said, I won't take it personally," you say. "I'm touched you'd even care that much if I had disappeared."
Quinn walks closer to you. "So you were magically turned into a girl?" You nod. "And you WANTED to STAY magically turned into a girl?"
"Well, yeah. It seemed like it'd be fun. And it really was."
"Have you lost it, dude? Were you possessed too?"
"Quinn, I had a chance to experience something nobody ever thought they would in their lifetimes! I spent the last twenty-four hours as a girl, and yeah I thought it was crazy at first, but...well, let's face it, I was curious to see what it would be like."
Quinn glances down and then up again. "You didn't...touch...stuff...did you?"
"Ick! I took a bath, that was it." You don't mention the time you took to explore your womanhood, even though that didn't come close to getting an orgasm. "I wasn't attracted TO myself."
"How the hell were you okay with being a girl? I'd be threatening that store owner with whatever sharp implements I could find if it happened to me."
"It was something new," you shrug. "What else can I say? I'd already been transformed, so it just felt easier to stay transformed."
"So now what are you going to do? Go back to being a girl?"
You look down at your manly body wearing the tight schoolgirl uniform. Even though the skirt is unzipped all the way, it hugs your waist without danger of slipping.
"I guess it's time to go back to normal," you concede.
"And what about the hair, then?"
You look up at Quinn in realization. Your hands fly to your head and land on the crown braid. "That's right, I got that at the salon! I have to get it cut off normally. Maybe I'd better go back to being a girl until I can go out and do that."
You retreat to your bedroom for privacy so you can change back into a girl. In a few minutes, you're eighteen again and your clothing is all back in its proper state of wear. You find Quinn in the kitchen eating one of your granola bars.
"You going to show me that mall?" he asked. "You've gotta get your hair cut anyway."
"I was hoping you'd ask," you say. "Because that mall has more than enough magic to make your costume party something our friends will never forget."