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By SolSombraYSoldados · Posted
A Little standing up in politics? It's more likely than you think! ----- 20 To Protect and Save The city council meeting room fell silent, all eyes turning toward Briana. She was at the center of a polished wood table under fluorescent lights that clashed with the beautiful sunlight outside. Ordinarily, she’d have been longing to get out in that sunshine and play instead of wasting her afternoon in a room full of stuffy people and overstuffed chairs that smelled like cigarettes and cologne. Today was different. For once, Briana was at a meeting and exactly where she wanted to be. The Little girl took a moment to survey her opponents, letting the silence sit in what Aunt Kiara called a “power move.” Lorraine Bolinger – the Planning Board Chairwoman – was watching Briana with thinly disguised contempt. She had no idea what was coming. Briana had to suppress a smile as she imagined the cold woman crying into her over-starched black suit. Okay, that probably won’t happen, but it’d be fun to see. Eric Patterson was another problem. He was on a committee that dealt with building licenses – Briana hadn’t memorized all the committee names yet, much to Aunt Kiara’s chagrin. He sat in his blue suit, looking bored. Briana had learned that he was always paying attention, no matter how disinterested he looked. As a lawyer and almost as much of an ABDL hater as Lorraine, he had the potential to be just as dangerous as her, or more. Finally, there was Carissa Sharatt, the City Manager, who always wore pretty dresses and pretty smiles but wasn’t pretty inside. She was supposed to be an ally of the Rasmussens – they’d certainly invested enough in her, according to Grandma and Aunt Kiara. Carissa didn’t care about doing the right thing, friendship, or even loyalty. She only cared about money and power, usually in that order. Carissa also had a husband who owned a construction company, which meant Briana could count on her for at least as long as the project she was about to announce was fresh in everyone’s minds. Briana stood up. Kiara was at her side. She had her Mom clothes on, chosen deliberately to evoke the style Veronica wore to meetings with the city council. Needing her appearance to be perfect, she’d asked Mom to put her makeup on. “Put your war paint on me, Momma!” was the exact phrase she’d used. It’d gotten her a laugh and a hug in addition to the makeup. Briana drew on the memory of that hug as Lorraine coughed impatiently. The hard plastic of the small toy sword she’d tucked into her diaper’s waistband reminded her that she was a Knight of Cloudland. It's time to show everyone I can be an important Rasmussen lady, too! “I have an announcement to make on behalf of my family.” Briana touched a button on the projector remote, lighting up the meeting room’s screen with an image of a dilapidated brick building. Situated in the middle of downtown, the building was a shell of aging bricks, with graffiti painted on every boarded-up door and window. It’d been that way since Briana had moved to Ardenthill and for years before. Every member of the city council winced. The Old Factory, as it was known, was the town’s biggest eyesore and an often-touted failure of the city council. “I’m sure you’re all familiar with the Old Factory,” Briana added unnecessarily, driving the annoyance home. “It’s my pleasure to announce that Michelle Rasmussen closed a deal with Sonrise Realty last night to purchase the building.” Shocked gasps and surprised whispers between councilors rumbled across the table. Only Lorraine and Eric remained unimpressed. Carissa was sitting up straight in her chair. Behind her glasses, the City Manager’s eyes were bright with greed. “I assume Michelle plans to renovate the building,” Carissa said. “Not Michelle specifically. That’ll be my project.” Briana touched the remote again. An artist’s rendering of a restored Old Factory replaced the picture of its ruined state. Stately restored bricks made a welcoming contrast to pristine white trim. The illustration featured people outside the building in groups, while infographics summarized the restored building’s new features. “The real announcement is the upcoming Michelle Rasmussen Community Center.” Briana paused, making eye contact with Carissa. “We are planning a twenty-five million dollar building renovation over the next year.” Briana could have sworn she saw a droplet of drool on Carissa’s lip. It took all her knightly discipline not to giggle. Carissa wasn’t the only one excited by the news and price tag. Many council members were leaning forward, giving Briana their full attention. Lorraine and Eric were giving her looks of grudging admiration. “I see a lot of features on your infographic.” Said a woman from the business committee. “You intend to draw in a diverse crowd of citizens, but have you thought about the infrastructure issues involved in adding more visitors to downtown?” “I’m glad you brought that up.” Briana grinned. Mom and Dad had been right; presenting to the city council was no different than defending a paper at school. It was easier, actually, because her audience stood to gain from believing her presentation. “I’ll be working out a parking validation agreement with the Ardenthill Parking Garage just across the street. That’ll give visitors to the new community center the freedom to spend as much time as they like and encourage them to walk around downtown. I’m sure you all know that the Old Factory is in the middle of the town’s shopping district. I’ve asked an analytics firm to make a report on the projected increase in retail revenue.” Another excited babble broke out across the table, led by the business committee members. Briana let the side conversations ride, turning to her aunt with a brilliant grin. Kiara beamed back at her, giving Briana’s hand a proud squeeze. “A lot is going on in your proposed community center.” Lorraine cut in with a heavy, serious tone. “You’re going to need a ream of permits and input from the planning board to get all that done.” “My family’s legal representation will handle the permits; some have already been filed as of this meeting.” Briana smiled cherubically at Lorraine. She was a horrid woman who wanted to erase Briana’s friends – but as Princess of Cloudland, Briana declared the meeting to be Emotional Opposite Hour, allowing her to smile as happily as she should have angrily frowned. “Is this all going to rely on the Rasmussen family fortune, or are you planning to fund it somehow?” Eric asked. His question was a better roadblock, immediately dampening the council's enthusiasm. Luckily for Briana, Kiara had anticipated the question and prepped her niece. “I’ve also filed for the creation of a non-profit that will run the community center. Some features, like the community art gallery, satellite library, and youth center, will be free to anyone. Others, like the community performance space, the fitness center, the daycare, and the health clinic, will bring in revenue through fees and memberships.” Briana took a deep breath and continued before another question could be raised to pre-emptively cut off questions about her experience in handling such a complex operation. “I’ll be hiring an executive director for the community center who will manage the various programs, solicit donations, and oversee the center’s finances. The Rasmussen family will establish and support the center through a trust I will manage with Michelle’s help.” “I’m excited to see the daycare. Is it going to be subsidized in any way? Perhaps for city employees and retail employees?” “How will the performance space be managed?” “Are you going to offer discounted fitness memberships to senior citizens?” “What exactly will the youth center be offering?” “Who’s going to run the health center? Have you talked to the hospital administration or a local clinic about this?” Briana laughed brightly, making a downward motion with her hands. “Please, everyone, I’m thrilled that you’re excited. The rest of the presentation will answer all those questions and more. Before we get to that, I have a question for our planning board chair.” Meeting Lorraine’s gaze, Briana smiled her earnest Opposite Smile again. “I hope we can count on the board to help realize the community center and ensure that it meets its goals of injecting new life and activity into Ardenthill’s downtown.” As all eyes had been on Briana before, the whole table was focused on Lorraine. Council member expressions ranged from curious, to hopeful, to serious stares that spoke of the specific responses they wanted to hear. One of those hard stares was coming from the city manager, Carissa. Briana was sure Carissa was already counting the income from her husband’s company landing the renovation job. There were no tears on Lorraine’s suit or her cheeks. However, Briana was gratified to see the woman overwhelmed at the expectations that’d suddenly focused on her. She swallowed hard before answering Briana. “Of course. It’s clear from this summary how important the community center will be to Ardenthill. As planning board chair, you can count on my full support, Miss Rasmussen.” “Please call me Briana, Lorraine.” Briana didn’t smile as she spoke. Everyone was still looking at Lorraine. Only her adversary saw Briana’s sudden seriousness. “Since we’ll be working closely together.” “Of course, Briana.” The way Lorraine’s eyebrow twitched was proof that Briana’s dropped smile had sent its intended message. The rest of Briana’s presentation took up the bulk of the council meeting – which was fine since it was an extra meeting that Kiara had called for the sake of the announcement. The council’s excitement – and the corresponding pressure on Lorraine – built as Briana described each of the building’s features. She ended her presentation with a pointed comment that she hoped would penetrate the fog of greed that glazed over Carissa’s eyes. If the city manager didn’t pick up Briana’s barely hidden meaning, she’d have to attend even more meetings to bring it up. “Finally, the Michelle Rasmussen Community Center will lead the way for the Ardenthill business community by adopting the proposed disability standards we discussed at the last meeting. That will include the robust family bathrooms that have been a standard in Ardenthill. We hope to serve as an example and give local contractors experience in executing the new standards. Then, they can provide renovations more cheaply to the rest of the business community.” Carissa’s face lit up immediately. Briana had to stifle another giggle. She shouldn’t have worried about the city manager missing something related to money. I just realized that if Carissa’s husband’s company renovates the Old Factory, they’ll be set up to do the new disability renovations across town. It was apparent that Carissa was way ahead of Briana on that score. The city manager wasted no time putting those disability standards to a vote. Specifically, the vote was to roll the new standards into the bathroom regulations, linking the two forever. She was making a shamelessly obvious ploy for Briana’s favor, but as long as it helped people Briana was fine with that. Carissa’s influence and the positive energy in the room made it easy to pass her motion. Briana sighed in relief. That’s one bit of safety for Littles in Ardenthill and disabled people, too! The only annoying thing about Carissa’s vote was that it set off a trend of council members suggesting other proposals they thought Briana might like. None of the fawning proposals had been discussed in a committee, making them nothing more than hot air. Briana was deeply grateful to her aunt when Kiara declared that she and Briana had another meeting to get to and extracted them both from the situation. They were in the city hall foyer – on the cusp of escaping the dreaded Big world – when a man in a suit with a police badge over his breast approached Kiara and Briana. “Ms. Rasmussen, Miss Rasmussen, can I have a brief moment?” “Of course, Jason.” Kiara shook the man’s hand. “I see you recognize my niece, but I don’t think you’ve been introduced. Jason, this is Briana Rasmussen, Veronica’s daughter. Briana, this is Jason Blumenthal, the city’s police chief.” “Pleased to meet you.” Briana shook the man’s hand. He had a polite look on his face, but she was so tired of doing dumb, grown-up stuff. If you're listening, Mom’s Goddess, please let this be a short thing. “The pleasure is all mine, Miss Rasmussen.” Jason straightened his tie. “I wanted to let you know that we located the individual who assaulted your friend, and we have him in custody. I’ve recommended to the district attorney’s office that the city pursue first-degree assault charges – and tell him he’s lucky we aren’t asking for attempted manslaughter. We’ve also asked the courts to approve a protection order for Ms. Singh. If he makes bail, he won’t be able to approach her.” Relief washed over Briana, motivating her to continue the conversation – but relaxing her right into a potty accident. “Thank you, that means a lot.” “We had a request for another protest by his group. The city council has denied their request on my advice that the group might be violent again. My officers will keep an eye out on the day they requested in case they try to march without permission.” “I can’t overstate how much I, or the rest of my family, appreciate that, Jason.” Kiara clapped him on the shoulder. “Your mother was crystal clear about her distaste for their behavior, and I agree. She’s done so much for this city and always has Ardenthill’s best interests at heart. I’m happy to be able to help.” Though she wanted to thank him again, Briana bit her lip. Anything she said would come out in a squeal of Little energy. She settled for beaming at him and waving when he said goodbyes and walked off. “That’s two big wins for you.” Kiara led Briana to her car. “Oh my gosh, Aunt Kiara, this is so amazing!” Briana bounced on her tiptoes. When Kiara tried to lift Briana into her SUV, the Little girl gave her aunt the wiggliest hug ever. “I’m glad you’re excited.” Kiara laughed, finally buckling Briana into her car seat. “There’s something I was going to tell you, but maybe I shouldn’t. You’re liable to wet yourself in anticipation at this point.” “Shows what you know, I’m already wet.” Briana giggled. “Please, auntie, pleeease? Tell me the fun thing!” Kiara hopped in the driver’s seat and pointed the car home. “You’ve been talking about getting Littles organized against the anti-ABDL people, but you needed a way to get in touch with more of them. I have two ideas for that; one I can tell you about now.” “What is it?” Briana bounced in her car seat, burning her nervous energy off and enjoying the squish of her wet diaper. “There’s a nightclub in town called the Green Fairy that caters to various subcultures. One of them is ABDL; they have a whole section of the club set up for it and host events with lots of Littles from all over the county.” “WHAT?!” Briana’s jaw dropped. “Oh my gosh, I gotta go there! You said it’s a nightclub? Then I should go on a date. Please, Aunt Kiara, you gotta convince Mom it’s okay for me to go.” Kiara chuckled. “We’ll see how that goes with Vonnie, but you have my support. You’re dating two people. Which one are you going to take?” “I – I’m not sure.” Briana bit her lip, surprised at the sudden turmoil in her thoughts. Ava makes total sense because she’s Little – but Gary could do stuff with me in public that I bet he’d love to do. Will one of them be upset if I don’t take the other one? Maybe I can go multiple times and alternate between my boyfriend and girlfriend? Ugh! I wish they could hang out together. It’d make this so much easier. Though Gary was waiting at Briana’s house when she arrived, she couldn’t bring herself to mention the club to him. She couldn’t decide with whom to share the specialness of her first visit to the club – assuming Mom let her go. That meant she didn’t get to advocate for a trip until Gary went home, leaving Briana enough time to mention the club and nothing more. It didn’t surprise her that Mom already knew about the Green Fairy, but she was surprised to get a maybe instead of an outright no at first. There was something sneaky in Mom’s expression as she prepped Briana for bed that the Little girl couldn’t figure out. All that mattered was that it seemed likely she would go! A maybe from Mom was almost certainly a delayed yes, especially since Mom’s only objection was that she wanted to talk to Dad about it first. Briana requested her full Round Table of stuffies to accompany her to bed that night. Packed into her crib by fuzzy friends, Briana set her mind on who to take to the club. I can’t decide… except that whenever I imagine being in the club, I imagine Ava with me. Does that mean my heart already decided? Am I falling out of love with Gary? I want us all to be happy! Troublesome thoughts gnawed at Briana until she bonked herself with Alanna’s paw and took her Knight Captain’s advice. It’d been a long, busy day full of draining, Big decisions and events. Things would be simpler after a night’s sleep. As a knight, Briana could hardly disobey her Knight Captain’s command. She was asleep the moment she cleared her mind of her troublesome choice. -
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This one was my second book and I think of the five that I've released, it's my favorite. I'm really glad you enjoyed it! "Making the Best of It" is not dark for all of Act 1 (which is pretty long), I can safely recommend that to you. "Breaking the Girl" is my most popular book, but Choices will always have a very special place in my heart.
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