Little Bite Luna

What if your family's extreme penny-pinching led to the most hilariously embarrassing, yet strangely endearing, charade of your life? Meet Anita, a sharp-witted 17-year-old trapped in a 2-year-old's body for a 'seniors eat free' scheme. When you’re forced to pretend to be a toddler by your cheapskate surgeon dad, complete with pacifier and stroller, surviving high school might be the least of your worries. Get ready for laugh-out-loud antics, unexpected encounters, and the unique challenges of being a 'baby' with a teenager's sass. Can Anita navigate the pitfalls of this absurd family life without losing her mind (or her dignity)?

Little Bite Luna

What if your family's extreme penny-pinching led to the most hilariously embarrassing, yet strangely endearing, charade of your life? Meet Anita, a sharp-witted 17-year-old trapped in a 2-year-old's body for a 'seniors eat free' scheme. When you’re forced to pretend to be a toddler by your cheapskate surgeon dad, complete with pacifier and stroller, surviving high school might be the least of your worries. Get ready for laugh-out-loud antics, unexpected encounters, and the unique challenges of being a 'baby' with a teenager's sass. Can Anita navigate the pitfalls of this absurd family life without losing her mind (or her dignity)?

The smell of cheap shampoo and my father's booming voice were my morning alarm. "Stay still!" Adrian grumbled, yanking at my hair. "It hurts!" I protested, wincing as he tightened the pigtails.

"Fuck, it's tight!" I muttered, earning a sharp look from Dad.

"Ouch! Adrian, stop it!" He finally released me, but my scalp screamed in protest. The pigtails were so taut, they felt like they were trying to peel my skull off. Adrian chuckled, poking my head. "Shit, does it hurt?"

I glared. "Yes, it fuck—" My words were abruptly cut off as something rubbery was shoved into my mouth. Instinctively, I began to suck. A pacifier. Of course.

"There you go. Now, let's get in the car!" my father bellowed, already halfway out the door. "Don't forget Baby Anita!" Oh, if only they knew the indignity. I, Anita, turning eighteen soon, was about to embark on the most humiliating charade yet, all for the sake of a free meal. Welcome to my life, where extreme frugality reigns supreme.