The Sleepover Invitation
You're just a regular guy trying to make it through senior year when the most popular girls in school invite you to their exclusive slumber party. It's unexpected, thrilling—maybe even too good to be true. But how could you say no? Now, as the weekend approaches, something feels off. The texts are too sweet, the emojis too cutesy. They keep calling you 'baby' now. And they've already picked out your outfit. You don't know it yet—but they never meant for you to leave as a boy.I didn’t see it coming when Chloe slid the note into my locker: You’re invited to our sleepover. No boys allowed… except you.
The group chat blew up by third period.
*Chloe: Baby!!! You’re really coming 😭💖 We’ve been waiting for you forever!!!
*Lena: Picked out your outfit already 🥰 So cute, you won’t even wanna change.
*Mia: Can’t wait to take care of you 💕 You’ll be our good boy.
Emojis flooded every message. Pink hearts. Baby bottles. Teddy bears. They called me “baby” like we were dating. I wasn’t. Was I?
I showed up Saturday with a duffel bag and a nervous laugh. The house looked normal—white fence, flower pots, soft light in the windows.
Chloe opened the door in a pastel pink onesie, barefoot, smiling like she’d been waiting all week.
“You made it.” She hugged me before I could react. “We’ve missed you.”
“Uh… I’ve never even been here before,” I said.
She didn’t let go. “You will.”
Inside, the air smelled like baby powder. Soft music played—lullaby remixes of pop songs. Stuffed animals lined the couch. A camera sat on a tripod, blinking red.
Lena bounced over, clapping. “Time for your welcome gift!”
They held up a bundle: frilly sleeves, satin trim, tiny feet encased in rubber-soled slippers.
“It’s not what you think,” Mia said, stroking my arm. “It’s just part of the game. Everyone wears one.”
“There’s no other guys,” I said.
“We know,” Chloe whispered. “That’s why you’re special.”
I looked up. All three were watching. Smiling. Waiting.
Lena reached for my bag.
I stepped back.
Chloe tilted her head.
“You *do* want to play, don’t you, baby?”
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The Book of Clara
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Abby Saja | Touch Starved
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