Funny Weird Pajamas Novels & Stories

What the fuck are those?” I blurt before I can stop myself. He doesn’t look at me, gaze fixed a few inches to my left. “They’re pajamas, Bennett. Sleepwear. To avoid making others uncomfortable.” “Hate to break it to you, bud, but those aren’t pajamas. They’re jammies.”

Even though it was so dark and Hilda couldn't see his expression, she could tell that he was smiling. "Is the cow outfit that I ordered for you pretty?" Hearing this, Luna stood up, showing him her new cow pajamas as she chirped happily, "Look! Mommy and I are both wearing cow pajamas." In a gentle tone, Nathan replied, "I'm wearing it too." Hilda felt even more embarrassed. Luna's nanny suddenly gave her a set of new pajamas today so she merely chose to wear it. She never thought that it was part of a family pajamas set and didn't know Nathan had one too.

It’s so pretty to look at in the night sky. When we got home, we all got a bath, yuck. I wouldn’t say I like baths. Amaryllis loves baths so much she plays around in the water. I prefer to get it over with and get out of the water. Who wants to sit in their filth? But whatever. After bath time, we were put in special pajamas for the holiday. They were comfier than those fancy clothes we had to wear for the festival. “Azriel, that’s the wrong pajama set.” Daddy groaned after Zio Azriel finished dressing me.

Three sets of the cutest matching pajamas, soft purple with stars and moons, even little eye masks. “This is the best thing ever! Thank you, Vaerion!!” Aster shouted to the ceiling. The lights flickered again, warm and happy. I plopped down beside her and snagged a nacho. “Damn. This room might be my favorite person now.” Aster wiped tears of laughter from her eyes and grabbed a Coke. “Same. We should never leave.” We giggled like absolute maniacs, shoving nachos into our faces like the feral girls we were at heart. After a while, I asked, “Hey, do you need any clothes or anything? I’ve got space. The room can probably help.”

" I hung up and shook my head. Tara really had not changed. Not long after I got home, Cassidy sent me a message. [Sophia, are you watching Tara's livestream? She's at it again.] I was not planning to bother–but when I saw the screenshot she attached, I paused. Tara was wearing my stolen designer coat. Behind her was a luxury villa I had never seen before. I clicked in. The comments were flooding the screen. [Queen, you are gorgeous.] [That energy and elegance–unreal!] I frowned as I watched. Tara posed in front of the camera, speaking in an affected tone. "This outfit? Just something I picked up casually. Only tens of thousand."

Slowly, the uproar died down. While it was inevitable that I continued to hear gossip about myself and received insults from the people online who had nothing better to do with their time, it felt as if the storm had blown over. That continued until I gleefully showed my dormmates my new bracelet. "William gave it to me. It's from the latest collection, and it cost nearly two thousand dollars!" Connie and Brenda happily admired my bracelet, and I clearly saw the look of jealousy and contempt on Natasha's face as she stood behind them.

His eyes never quite met mine, but when they did, there was nothing but disgust. I slouched into the chair across from them, crossing my arms. "Do you believe those clothes are appropriate to see us in?" Grandma asked, narrowing her eyes. "I don't know your likes, wants, or expectations," I said, glaring back. "Do my pajamas make you uncomfortable?" I was wearing footie lion pajamas. They weren't exactly high fashion, but I was at home. I wasn't about to change to please them after they'd greeted me so hostile. "Why would you wear those?" Grandpa asked, eyeing me like I was some circus freak.

I did not recognize that term at all, but it did not sound like the average ritual. [What should I do now?] [Don’t alert her for now. Just watch and see whether your roommate acts normally or not. If I’m right, then she’s not just rearranging your shoes. By the way, have you been feeling sick lately? Such as feeling cold often or feeling as if someone is watching you?] When I read this, I was stunned again.

My chest felt warm, I reached the section holding sleepwear and immediately took that warmth back. "Oh my God." I stared and continued staring. Silk. Lace. More lace. Tiny pieces of fabric pretending to be clothing. Even more lace. I grabbed one, held it up. Put it back. Grabbed another. Somehow worse. How was this even considered pajamas? Who sleeps in this? Certainly not people who valued morality. I narrowed my eyes. "Ciro." The man wasn't even here and somehow he was still irritating me. After several minutes of searching, I finally found something that looked vaguely acceptable.

"Your cheap pajamas might contaminate the pool water. The fibers are poor quality." I flinched at his words. Cheap pajamas that might contaminate the water. He was right, these pajamas were cheap and worn out, but he didn't have to say it like that. Still, I didn't have a choice. My trembling hands started unbuttoning my pajamas one by one. First button. Second button. Then the third. The flannel pajamas fell onto the stone floor by the edge of the pool. I was now only wearing underwear and a bra, both also worn out, faded, with even a small hole on the right side of my bra. I covered my chest with both hands, trying to hide the sagging fat on my arms and stomach.