The Unicorn Pajamas

Max gave him a teasing glance before pulling something out of her backpack and handing it to Mike.

"Here you go. It's not much, but at least you won’t be completely naked."

Mike looked at what Max had handed him: a kids' unicorn pajama set with a smiling unicorn on the shirt. The bottom was a pair of pants so tight they seemed made for a doll, not a person.

"Seriously?" Mike asked, his voice trembling as the embarrassment washed over him.

"Oh, come on, don’t be so dramatic! You’ll look great!" Max said with a teasing grin. "And the pants really highlight what you don’t have."

Mike felt even more embarrassed, the pants clinging to his body in a way that left little to the imagination. He quickly turned around to change, and as soon as he put them on, he noticed the pants were so tight he could barely breathe.

"This is... terrible." Mike murmured, trying not to draw more attention to himself.

Max looked him up and down with a malicious smile.

"Well, if you think about it, unicorns are magical. Maybe they'll give you some size along the way." She laughed cruelly. "And look! The pants even make everything stand out, like a little... extra detail."

Mike tried to ignore her, but he couldn't help feeling even more humiliated, as though the unicorn pajama was screaming his shame across the forest.

"Shut up, Max!"

She just laughed harder and patted him on the back.

"Relax, Mike! This could be worse. You could have had to wear one of my old costumes."

Mike closed his eyes, wishing he could just disappear right then and there.