Funny Weird Pajamas Novels & Stories

This was the best thing ever and I couldn't wait to show Tye. I stepped out of the bathroom and as soon as my eyes laid on a very excited Ambrosia my laughter came harder and louder. A knock on the door caught our attention, "Come in!" I yelled, "We thought we heard you ladies laugh-" Jackson stopped mid sentence when he saw our outfits, Tye stepped in behind him and immediately busted out laughing. "What in goddess name are those things?" Tye asked. "Uh, we are having a pajama party tonight and I found these at the mall and I couldn't possibly pass them up." Ambrosia said smiling. She was really proud of these things. "But wait! There's more!" I said giggling. I saw a twinkle in Tyes eyes w

They had already visited 3 shops, but there was nothing they liked or was suitable for Naya and Arka. “This is the fourth shop, I hope found a suitable gift here," said Jihan, Mamasuki, one of the brands that people often wear. As soon as she entered, Jihan was immediately attracted to a pair of couple's pajamas displayed next to the entrance. Sky blue couple's pajamas with not too busy motifs ultimately became his choice. for Naya and Arka's gift. "I think I'll just buy this." “You guys quickly look for what you like, I'm tired of walking around," said Jihan.

All six of them were having coffee in her living room and they were all in their pajamas. Well, not literally, but if you look at it, whoever hosted a pajama party will feel embarrassed. They all looked like they were fresh from bed. "Good morning buddies!" smiling as she greeted them. Ada immediately approached and pulled her toward the couch. "So what happened?" he asked right away, as soon as Jada’s butt came in contact with the couch. "What happened where?" she asked innocently. "Byotch! Don’t keep us hanging or I’ll pour this coffee over you!” Ada warned, his nostrils flaring as he held back his emotion. She smiled sheepishly before leaning back.

Wasn't I wearing a spaghetti strap last night? I looked at my clothes and saw that I am wearing pajamas. What the fuck? My eyes widened as I touched my chest. Huh… Huuuhhhh???? I look inside my clothes and saw that I’m not wearing any bra. W-What… I raised my comforter and saw that I’m wearing pajamas. “Sh-” “I see that you’re awake.”

“I'm sorry, boss. Won't happen again.” “It shouldn't.” I held her hand, and we walked back to the car. “What's going on? I thought we were going back in after the smoke got sorted out?” “No, we're going out.” Her face turned red with alarm. She placed her hands on her cute pajama shorts. “I have my pajamas on!” I tried to hide my smile. “Well, you don't look bad.” Her light pink pajamas looked really cute, with Hello Kitty designs all over them. The top was even better, it hugged her frame in such a way that I could see her little nipples, and her breasts had grown bigger over the years.

I deposited the gown into the laundry bin and headed back out to my room. “On a scale of one to ten, how comfortable are those pajamas?” Wyatt questioned, giving me a once over. “Eleven,” I quipped, running my hand over the material, "They're the softest material I've ever had the luxury of owning." “I’m going to need to ask Cami where she got them so I can buy a set.” I bust out laughing, imagining Wyatt in a pair of these pajamas, “Uhm, what is so funny?” he quirked a brow, seriousness in his tone.

“You know what’s kind of crazy?” “What?” “I’m my own person and I’m able to function without telling my brothers everything.” I put my hands on the arms of the lounge chair and stand up. “I’m going to get changed.” “Again?” “I’m wearing my pajamas. I changed after you passed out on the couch.” “Oh.” He looks me over. “You look good. I didn’t even notice.” I will not blush. I will not blush. I will not—dammit. “Well, I think everyone else will notice my pants have little dancing elephants on them. And I’m not wearing a bra.”

“I wouldn’t call it arguing if I was pointing out the fact that we shouldn’t have been out on the roads with an impending snow storm and all.” He pulls a set of plaid pajamas from the rack, checking the tag for the size. A grunt leaves his chest. I fight the grin that wants to make an appearance at fancy Beck donning a pair of red and black plaid pajamas, a giant bear on a pocket on the chest that reads I’m beary tired. It’s something that belongs on a child’s pajama set, not one made for a grown man. “There’s nothing else in my size,” he groans.

She'd been very taken by the matching sets of pajamas while shopping one day. She wanted to know what it would look like for them to be dressed in similar clothes. She figured that it would be a very sweet scene. After she'd bought the pajamas, she had taken a photo and texted Henry excitedly. "I bought some matching pajamas! Look, aren't they cute? Let's wear them next time when you're home!" She'd only received a reply several hours later, and his reply was as ruthless as ever. "Throw them away! I would never wear anything you bought!"

When I did, I found a small collection of soft, fluffy fabrics in pastel shades. “Bratt,” I said. “Did you buy me pajamas?” He poked his head out the doorway, grinning brightly. “You’ve been staying over with some regularity,” he said. “I thought it’d be nice for you to have some comfy clothes here. Do you like them?” The particular set I was holding was pale blue and covered with stars and moons. They were so cute and, inexplicably, perfectly me. I would have picked them for myself had I seen them in a store.