"Are you ready, Marie?" Her new friend asked from the other side of the changing room stall.

The kitten inside made a few small adjustments to her attire and gave herself a quick once-over, looking for any flaws in what she was wearing.

Back where, and really when, she was from, this one was of the most lavish and expensive kinds of swimwear one could afford.

Her beach dress, a pretty shade of pink & white, the former matching her iconic ribbons and the latter matching her pristine fur, flowed down from her shoulders to her knees. Beneath the dress was her bodysuit, reaching down to her calves to cover her legs.

Marie smiled at her reflection in the mirror. She looked as splendid and elegant as a proper young lady like her should. She couldn't wait to go out there and show off her new swimming costume to everyone, especially to her new friend waiting for her outside.

When she and her mother & brothers went on their cruise ship from France, she was expecting the kind of vacation Duchess had told her about. And for the beginning part, it was. The first went to Spain and enjoyed the sunshine resorts, then was Italy, in which they enjoyed the amazing cuisine.

Then they were on their way to South America, taking in the sights and whatnot. It was okay, and when the grown-ups' backs were turned, she, Berlioz and Toulouse would have their fun on the  'Do-not-touch' monuments.

It was a fun trip so far, and she was expecting their next stop to North America to be just as rewarding.

What she wasn't expecting, however, was for a huge storm to suddenly strike and for the ship to get caught in the middle of it.

Marie and her brothers had heard about the famous stories of The Bermuda Triangle, but she never thought such a thing would be true, let alone that she would ever be caught in one.

Stories of such nature involved that the ships & planes would suddenly disappear without a trace and never be seen again, which was exactly what happened to them last night.

In the middle of the storm, a gigantic wave came and hit the ship, which should've knocked the entire ship and everyone on board into the water.

Instead, a bright flash of light blinded them all, and the next thing they knew, they had all woken up, back on the boat, in the morning with clear skies, pulling into a dock.

However, the surrounding environment and the landmarks had changed completely.

It looked nothing like the brochures her mother had shown her, nor the ones from their previous stops.

The ship had stopped by a dock, and the crew began unloading the luggage from the boat, and her family stepped out of the cabin to investigate.

Everything looked so futuristic; giant skyscrapers with glowing signs towered the city. People were everywhere, but their clothing was like nothing they've seen before, looking a lot shorter and more... Revealing, than what she and her family were donning.

At first, the kitten assumed it was because she & her folks were well-to-do, and this was simply what the commons would wear here. But even the crew of the dock were dressed like this, so something was wrong.

It wasn't long after that in which they had gotten their answer; when Duchess and her kittens had arrived at their hotel, insisting they had a reservation, the answer that the receptionist gave them threw them for a loop:

Their reservation expired 70 years ago! They had gone to the future!

After a bit of back and forth, they were eventually allowed to stay in a different room. While Marie and her brothers were left confused and dumbfounded, their mother was trying to remain calm and collected, but it was very obvious that she was just as shocked as they were.

They didn't know anyone here, and they couldn't imagine what had happened to their old home and everything they left behind, and it was a little terrifying.

Her brothers managed to adapt pretty quickly; luckily for them, their new room had some kind of magical box of moving pictures, apparently called a TV, which kept them entertained, while she and her mom went about the town, looking to see what's what.

It was on that trip, when they came across a clothing store of sorts, that she met her first (and so far only) friend in this timezone.

Sitting bored on a stool with his head in his hands, Marie spotted a kitten her own age, and she found herself approaching him.

Oliver, as she found out his name was, turned out to be a really nice kitty.

The two of them quickly hit it off, and had become fast friends, quickly getting to know more about one another.

She found out he was a stray, an orphan, until he was adopted by his new mother. Specifically, a poodle named Georgette. He said it seemed like a big adjustment for them both, moreso for her, but they managed to adapt to the change and were living a happy life now.

It reminded her a bit of her own situation, in a way.

It also explained why he was sitting there, looking like he would rathe rbe anywhere but here; his "mom" was trying on new clothes, and he had to stay put and wait for her to finish, Which was an issue for him, since she liked to take her time.

Again, this made her feel like she was in a similar boat to him; her choice of clothing might have been normal back in her day, but unless she told people she was going to a fancy dress party, it would've been difficult to explain why she and her own mother were wearing what they were. 

Oliver, likewise, got to know more about her, such as about her brothers, her new father after Duchess married him, and how they suddenly got here from seemingly out of nowhere.

Thankfully, whether he was trusting of her or just gullible, he seemed to believe her story, and he even offered her some comfort for her.

It wasn't long for their mothers to hit things off, either. Duchess and Georgette, upon the latter exiting the changing room with the 14th outfit that day, bonded over their high class and lavish lifestyles.

Georgette, upon seeing the kitten's dress, was amazed by its style, or at least interested in it. And similarly, Duchess was impressed by the poodle's selection, some of the latest of this time era, and the two ladies agreed to go shopping together sometime.

As soon as they were done, the male kitten and the poodle agreed to give them a tour of the city, showing them some of their favorite places of interest. As different as they might've been, from one another's.

For Oliver's, he showed his new friend and her mother the arcade, the comic book store, the pizza parlour, the roller rink and the bowling alley. And he also mentioned about wanting her to meet "Dodger and the others", though Georgette seemed pretty eager to change the subject about that, for some reason.

And speaking of, the latter showed them her favorite spa, more clothing boutiques, a fancy restaurant and the theatre.

Marie was sure both she and her mother would take a liking to them, once they got the chance to experience them for themselves.

But that would come later. Today, they were checking out another place of interest that both Oliver and Georgette suggested:

The community pool.

Thankfully, it wasn't too crowded, so they could enjoy it as much as possible, with relative privacy. And it also helped that the aristocatic family packed their own swimsuits from back home.

Which brings us back to the present.

Looking over herself one final time, making sure to look as ladylike and presentable as possible, Marie was pleased with how she looked.

"Coming, Oliver~" She announced her approach, her voice sounding like a little bell ringing, and the door unlocked and swung open, revealing her fancy attire to her new friend, posing for him elegantly, as she was taught to.

However, that drastically changed when she saw what was waiting for her on the other side of the door.

From the standards of clothing decency of her, she easily expected him to be wearing something that covered the majority of his body as well.

From swimwear vailable back in her time, she expected everything except his head, hands and feet to be concealed by the waterproof attire. Maybe showing some forearms and/or calves, or on a particularly hot day, even reaching the shoulders.

What she instead saw threw her for a loop, and not in a light way.

The boy was standing before her, wearing a pair of short, loose, blue pants of sorts, revealing the part of his legs above his knees and everything else downwards from there.

And even more shocking to her, was what he was wearing to hide his upper half:

Nothing.

He was completely exposed from the waist up, giving her a clear view of his bare chest and belly.

He didn't look embarrassed, nor ashamed. If anything, he looked like all was normal, standing tall and confident, and checking out her choice of swimming attire.

"You look great, Marie." He commented. "Ready to go?"

The kitten wasn't sure if he was mocking her, or if he was being genuine. But it didn't matter to her.

She was still taking in the sight before her, and was unable to move, and was only able to muster a few stutters and a couple of incoherent words, and the other kitten raised his eyebrows at her in concern.

He could see something was up with her, but couldn't figure out what.

"Are you okay, Marie?" He asked, approaching her, and his new friend could only stand there, trembling in place, as she was getting a closer look at his mostly-naked body.

Not even mostly-naked, by her standards. As far as she was concerned, he might as well have BEEN naked in front of her like this.

It wasn't just the fact that his upper body was completely uncovered, which would've been bad enough on its own.

In her eyes, his shorts were short and loose enough, that a single, powerful gust of wind could cause his pants to fly off, and leave him with nothing but his fur to cover his...

She couldn't even think about it. It was too vulgar for her. Too improper.

"Marie?" He tried to get her attention again, and she looked up into his eyes. "What's the matter? Do you feel okay?"

The kitten girl opened her mouth, and closed it, not knowing what to say, or how to express what was going through her mind.

Finally, she mustered up the courage to speak.

"Y- You're..." She spoke in a meek, nervous tone.

"Huh?" He responded, not catching her drift, and his ears drooping a bit, as he took a step forwards towards her. "Have I... Have I done something to upset you?"

Seeing him coming, the girl instinctively took a step back from him, holding onto the door to close it and keep him away, if she needed to protect herself, but he continued anyway.

"Is it because of the way I'm dressed?" He inquired. "This is what I always wear, when I'm going swimming."

Hearing him say this, her eyes scanned him up and down, and vocalised her concern.

"You..." She gulped. "You're naked!"

He paused, and his mouth opened, before his eyes widened in shock as well.

"Wh- What!? I'm not naked!" He quickly explained. "I'm wearing my trunks!"

"No, you're not!" The girl countered, her voice getting a little louder. "There's not enough material to cover your body! You're not even wearing a shirt!"

Her outburst only confused the male cat even more, though he slowly began to realise where she was coming from, when he took another look at what she was donning.

It was like nothing he had seen anyone wear before, except maybe in a history book from his school.

His eyes traced up her legs, and noted the full length of her pants, going all the way down to her lower calves. And then they travelled upwards, and saw the dress over it that reached her knees.

Her arms were pretty well covered as well, from how far the sleeves went down them.

Piecing things together, it was little wonder that she would think he was "naked", in comparison to the full-body attire that she had on.

"Marie..." He addressed her assuringly. "I know you're not from around here, and that you're not used to all this stuff yet. And we can teach you a lot more about how things work in this time. But what I'm wearing is normal, in this day and age. Nobody thinks I'm naked, except you. They'll all see me as perfectly decent."

As he spoke, she listened intently, her heart racing as he stepped closer towards her, and her body remained tense.

She trusted him, and didn't think he was lying or trying to trick her.

But she couldn't shake it off. The idea of him, and everyone else, being almost naked out in the open like this, for people to see, and that they didn't see anything wrong with it, was making her worry.

She sat down on the bench, trying to gather herself, and Oliver took a seat next to her, putting his paw on her shoulder, and she looked back at him.

"If you're not comfortable with this yet, we can go slow to help get you more used to this kind of thing. I'm not going to force you."

The girl's heart warmed up, hearing his kind words.

"Th- Thank you, Oliver..." She smiled. "You're such a good friend, and a young gentleman..."

She wasn't just saying those words; there was a lot of truth in them.

In many ways, he was a lot like how her mother would describe the perfect young man to be. Courteous, patient, kind, considerate, helpful, and respectful.

But in spite of all these qualities, she had her worries.

"Do you think..." She began, timidly, and her voice got quieter. "You may... Shed your modesty, for a lady's company?"

The male kitten gave her a perplexed look, not quite catching her drift.

"Huh? What do you mean, Marie?"

Her face turned redder, and her paws fiddled together, trying to find the right words to tell him.

"What I mean, is... Would you be willing to shed the outer layers of your clothing, for a lady's company? Just you and me?"

She looked into his eyes, pleadingly, hoping he would understand, and thankfully, his confusion slowly disappeared, replaced by a surprised expression.

And not the kind of surprised that indicated delight.

"Marie..." The kitten began, hushing his tone as well. "Are you asking me to... Get naked for you?"

Her eyes averted his gaze, as she nodded shyly.

"Y- Yes..." She spoke in a small voice, and he was silent.

"I- I know that's... Very improper... And you r- rightfully should g- get upset at me... For asking that, but I..." She tried to explain herself, feeling guilty and embarrassed. "I... I- It would... You..."

An awkward blush creeped on the boy's face, unsure of how to respond to her, or what he was supposed to do.

Of course, he wanted his new friend to feel comfortable as much as she could be. She was from a different world, in comparison to one he knew & was raised in, and she would struggle with more than just this to adapt.

But at the same time, this request of hers was something that made him feel a little more than just hesitant.

"Um..." He spoke up, looking into his uncomfortable eyes. "I'm... Not sure if... That's not a good... We're not allowed to... It's not..."

He was trying his best to explain to her the rules against this, without saying the real reason why, and she could see the reluctance in his eyes, causing her to feel all the more embarrassed and guilty about even asking him this.

But even still, she could see how much he wanted to help her.

While the kitten had her reservations, a part of her felt like there was a good reason why she wanted to do this.

And as her heart raced, an idea popped into her head to sweeten the deal, which she herself gulped at. But it seemed like the best way to convince him.

"O- Oliver..." She began quietly, her paws wringing together. "I'd... Like to... Propose that..."

"Yes?" He responded, noticing how much deeper her blush had just become.

"If you... Are willing to do this..." The girl explained. "I'll... Be willing to... Do the same... In return."

The other kitten's eyes widened in surprise, and he felt his heart skip a beat.

"Y- You would!?" He blurted out, and Marie nodded her head, trying not to make eye contact with him, or show the redness of her cheeks. "Y- Y- You'll... G- get naked, t- too!?"

"I- I would, Oliver..." The girl stuttered, looking down at the floor, as she tried her best not to think about her current situation, though it proved difficult. "It's the fairest way... A lady must always be as fair as she is honest..."

Oliver was stunned silent, as the two kittens were now both blushing heavily.

He never would've expected for the girl to make a trade like that, let alone one as refined and elegant as this one, from the short time he had known her.

Still, the offer was made, and she was expecting an answer.

With a little sigh, the boy turned his attention to the girl and gave his reply.

"... Okay."

"O- Okay?" She repeated, her eyes widening and her face burning, looking back at him. "Y- You'll do it?"

He nodded his head, and slowly, he stood up from the bench, as though bracing himself for the inevitable.

"If... That's what it takes to help you feel better... Then I'll do it."

"Th- Thank you, Oliver..." She smiled, as she watched him. "Y- You're a true gentleman..."

Her heart was beating fast, and her breath was shaky, and the girl couldn't believe what was about to happen.

To her amazement, his hands went for the top of his swimming trunks, slipping his thumbs into the waistband and gripping the outside with his remaining fingers.

She could feel her heart pounding with every slow second that ticked by, and she had to cover her mouth at what he was about to do.

Inch by inch, he proceeded to pull down his only article of clothing, shedding the single material that was separating him from complete nudity. Which still wasn't a lot in here eyes, but it was about to become even less.

Then finally, with another little tug, it happened.

His blue swimwear dropped past the point that the elastic could support it, and gravity did the rest.

It fell all the way to the floor, leaving him exposed in his birthday suit.

And Marie had to resist the urge to cover her eyes, as they were fixated on his bare form.

As uncouth as it might have seemed, her eyes trailed south on his body, nerving herself to dare peek at his most private parts.

For the first time in her life, she had the opportunity to gaze at the male genitalia. A very taboo subject for a young lady like her, as her mother taught her.

And now that she had the chance to actually take a proper look at another male's private area, she couldn't deny the curiosity that had built up.

She had no idea what one looked like, or how big they were supposed to be. All she was told was that they were a very sensitive and private part, and that ladies shouldn't touch or play with them, lest they were the man's lovers.

The kitten was nervous, and her breath shook a bit, and her eyes focused on the part between his legs, taking it in and analysing it.

The first thing she noticed was that it didn't look very big. She wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing, if it was average, below or above, or how much they were supposed to grow once they were old enough.

"U- Ummm..." She heard him speak, breaking the heavy silence between them and causing her to look up at his face.

His face was bright red, his head lowered in embarrassment, and she could hear his breathing from there.

"It... It's y- your turn..." He spoke.

Her own cheeks became even more heated, remembering her half of the bargain, but she knew that she had to honor her word. It would be disgraceful and unladylike if she didn't.

So, standing up as well, the young lady slowly reached behind herself and began fiddling with the bow tied around the back of her waist, trying to undo it.

But her hands were trembling so much that she couldn't hold onto it properly at first, and she struggled to pull the knot apart.

"D- Do you... Need some help, Marie?" He asked her.

"No!" She yelped, accidentally tugging a little too hard, and her swimsuit loosened a little, slipping slightly from her chest, before she cleared her throat. "I- I mean, um... N- No, thank you, Oliver..."

The boy could only stand there, his eyes staring into hers, waiting for her to get done.

Once the bow was undone, the buttons were next; Marie undid them, one at a time, loosening the outer layer of her attire.

Now that her dress was now loosened and opened, she proceeded to remove it, exposing her upper body.

She kept her eyes glued to the floor, feeling his gaze on her, and she couldn't imagine what his reaction was.

But she knew she wasn't done yet.

With the outer part now off, her other half was the next objective.

Her trembling fingers fiddled with the straps on the sides of her waterproof bodysuit, undoing it, and with a slow movement, she pulled the back ties down, detaching itself from her spine area.

Slowly still, the kitten began to remove her arms from their sleeves, freeing them from the garment.

Once her arms were freed, and her chest was bare, Marie then slowly slid her suit down her legs, letting her full form be exposed.

Finally, the girl was left bare, just like her companion.

Now both kittens stood bare before one another, their furry bodies completely nude.

Neither of them could move, let alone look at one another, as they stood there awkwardly, both their hearts beating rapidly.

"O- Oliver..." The girl began, nervously, and he perked up. "Look... Look at me..."

Though he hesitated, he did as she asked, and he turned his head to look at her, taking in the sight of her flushed face again.

But she wasn't having him stop there.

"L- Look at my... My whole body..." She instructed, surprising her friend even further from her commanding request.

As his gaze went down, Marie could feel her cheeks burning hotter, knowing he was staring at her naked form.

Her very purity felt like it was being violated, her dignity and grace stripped away from her.

It was the ultimate sacrifice for the kitten, and one that no girl, let alone a refined young lady like her, would ever expect to put themselves through, willingly.

She could only imagine how disgraceful the boy across her would think of her.

"You..." He gulped, trying her best to keep his composure, and not give her the impression that he wasn't a well-raised gent. "You look... Beautiful..."

Marie felt a wave of relief washing over her, upon hearing him say that.

He didn't look repulsed, or ashamed. Or even disgusted.

Instead, he looked... Pleased with her.

The girl's heart warmed up to his comment, and she couldn't help but smile at him.

"Th- Thank you, Oliver... You're too kind..."

The two of them continued to look at one another, taking each other's bodies in, and the girl, while still feeling embarrassed, couldn't help but be amazed by the boy's form.

Maybe it was because of the compliment he had given her, perhaps it was due to a strong sense of trust built between them, or the fact that she was getting more comfortable with the fact that he was as naked as she was, but for whatever reason, the young girl couldn't take her eyes off him either.

Now that she was looking at him like this, in the buff and completely trusting of him, the kitten was able to admire his appearance.

And that included his face; she was starting to see him as more than just a nice boy around her age.

She thought he was handsome, taking in how nicely his facial features added up to mix the perfect blend of cuteness & charm, and the more she thought about it, the more her heart began to swell.

His fur was a lovely shade of sunset orange, neatly brushed & groomed, and his face was simply adorable.

Couple that with the fact that he was willing to do something like this, just because she asked him to and that it would comfort her.

And she realised what that feeling was; he was growing on her, and not just as a new friend, but as something more.

The way her heart raced when she was close to him, how she couldn't stop thinking about him, and her desire for his company, was the perfect example.

"Oliver..." She breathed, looking deeply into his eyes. "May... May I reward you...?"

Hearing her ask this, the boy tilted his head, giving her an unsure look, as if wordlessly asking her to clarify.

"With a kiss?"

As she finished, the other kitten looked taken aback by her question, and his own heart skipped a beat.

"A- A- A kiss!?" He stammered, his blush growing deeper.

"It's the least a lady can do for a gentleman, Oliver." The girl explained, her tone sweet and her eyes gazing into his.

Her suggestion threw him for a loop; was he prepared for his very first real kiss to be taken by a girl he had only just met recently?

While not a fan of the idea of kissing girls on a whim, his gut was telling him to trust her, and he wanted to do whatever it took to help her feel more at ease.

Besides, it wasn't like she was ugly or anything; her fur looked so soft and pristine, her accent was beautiful, and her voice was like the sound of a little bell. And her choice of clothing, as odd as it may have looked in modern day, made her look like a princess.

"Well?" She asked him, awaiting his answer.

He knew what he was going to say, but he hadn't the nerve to give his answer. Not verbally, at least.

Instead, he closed his eyes, taking a long blink, and nodded his head to give her the go ahead, as she got the message.

Stepping out of her outdated swimming attire and approaching him, the young lady gently placed her paws on his shoulders and stood up on her toes, leaning closer with her eyes closed.

Feeling his heart thumping loudly in his chest, the male kitten leaned in as well, closing the gap between them.

As soon as their lips touched, a shiver went down his spine, and his body tensed up.

Never before had he ever experienced such a sensation.

Their mouths connected together, and the two young lovers slowly pressed themselves closer to each other, their bodies now touching, as the girl's paws slid from his shoulders, down his chest.

Every little movement his friend made shook Oliver's very soul, and the sensation of her paws gliding across his bare body was sending a shiver down his spine.

It felt weird, yet also amazing. Like the most unnatural, yet the most amazing, feeling in the world.

And even with his eyes still closed, he was flawlessly picturing the girl's nude form.

The image was forever burned into his mind, and the fact that she was embracing him so intimately, and her soft body was rubbing against his, was driving him mad.

It felt like a dream, and he never wanted it to end.

Instinctively, his hands gently caressed her body as well, sliding over her smooth fur and along her back, feeling her soft flesh beneath the surface.

This was wrong, the kitten was sure of that. He was supposed to wait until he knew for certain that she would be his lover, and eventual wife, before engaging in anything like this. But it felt so good.

His hands started to get curiouser and curiouser, and began exploring her more sensitive areas.

The girl's breath hitched when his hands moved downwards, and a squeak escaped her throat, when his paws gently cupped her behind.

Her mother always told her that if a man every touched her there, they would be locked up for life.

And yet, this felt so nice.

His touch was gentle and cautious, and her rear was so sensitive to it, and she found herself leaning into him more, craving more of his loving touch.

But before things could go further, the boy broke their kiss and stepped back, catching her off guard.

"W- What's wrong, Oliver?" The girl asked, panting a little.

She could see the guilty look in his face, and could feel him shaking a little, his ears drooped.

"I- I'm sorry, Marie..." He apologised, turning away. "I- I shouldn't have touched you... There..."

"It's alright, Oliver~" She smiled, placing a paw on his shoulder, and he looked back at her. "You're a very sweet kitten. And your touch feels so tender~"

Hearing her say this made him feel a bit better, but he still couldn't help feeling ashamed of himself.

"Marie, we shouldn't..." He told her. "We should stop now... Before someone comes in..."

She gave him a saddened look, not wanting this moment to end, and a little sigh left her.

"Yes... You're right, Oliver..."

The two of them stood in awkward silence, not really sure what to say or do.

"Um, Oliver?" She finally spoke up.

"Y- Yeah?" He responded, looking back at her.

Her attention turned to the floor behind her, looking at her discarded swimsuit, before looking back at him.

"Do you think..." The kitten began, shyly. "You may... Get me something more... Like yours?"

The boy, a little surprised, tilted his head at her.

"M- More like mine?" He repeated, and she nodded her head, her cheeks becoming a bit red. "S- Sure, they have rentals here, but... Are you sure? Th- That you're comfortable with... Going out like that?"

Marie wasn't sure about that herself.

If she wore something like Oliver's swimwear, everyone would see her like this, and she'd feel just as bare as she saw him as before.

But, if he was by her side, that would be okay. She knew she could trust him.

"I think..." She answered, taking a deep breath. "I think, I will. Just as long as you're with me, Oliver."

The male kitten blushed a little, knowing how much she trusted him, and he nodded his head.

"Then I'll be back in a moment."

With that the boy proceeded to put his trunks back on and headed outside, and Marie sat down on the bench and waited.

She felt a little guilty about asking him to get something like that for her, and hoped she wasn't making him feel uncomfortable, but it was important to her.

Even if it was, she'd be sure to make it up to him later.

***

"Your cocktail, ma'am."

The waiter placed the fancy drink down besides the poodle, who was lounging in a deckchair, wearing a stylish pink swimsuit.

It was, of course, the latest of its kind, and nothing short of lavish, to go with the poodle's general lifestyle.

"Thank you, dear~" Georgette thanked the staff member, and he left the poolside, leaving her alone again.

She laid back on her chair, enjoying the warmth of the sunshine and the cool breeze of the pool's clean air.

She wasn't really much of a swimming dog, unless a jacuzzi was involved, so she preferred to sit in the sun and let the warm rays wash over her, while her kitty and his occassional friends had their fun.

It was a pleasant past time for her, and she would often spend a good hour or so doing it.

Today was no different, and after the first 10 minutes, the dog decided to indulge herself with some refreshments, while waiting for her companions.

Given her famous beauty and commanding status of society, she wasn't surprised to learn she had waiters fighting over the chance to serve her.

As the poodle sat there, her attention was suddenly drawn to the sound of footsteps approaching, and a figure stepped into view.

"Gracious, darling~" The vouce of her new friend called out to her. "That's a bit risqué,  non?"

The pooch looked up and saw the feline woman standing in front of her, donning a rather... Odd choice of attire.

It was hardly something g she herself would be caught wearing in public.

Just like Georgette, Duchess was sporting the latest in swimsuit attire, though from a much different time period, and it clearly showed.

She was dressed in an old-fashioned, one-piece swimsuit, coloured blue & white, with a pair of long pants covering her lower half, reaching her calves, and a white-colored ribbon tied around her waist, matching the same shade of her fur.

To top it off, a pink flower was attached to the upper side of her right ear, compliementing the look nicely.

Despite that, though, the poodle had to do a double-take; she lifted her shades from her eyes to examine the look better.

"My word, dear..." The canine remarked, scanning the outdated ensemble, before looking at its wearer in the eye. "Are you not a little overheated in that?"

The feline giggled, as she took a seat besides her new friend, sitting upright in a ladylike manner.

"It's not the most comfortable, I'll admit." She declared, straightening her outfit a little, adjusting herself to make herself look as perfect as possible. "And it seems these days are quite hotter than back where we came from. But I would prefer to abide by the laws of decency. A lady must maintain their modesty, and their elegance~"

Georgette had to admire her for her standards, given how similar they were to her own, but that didn't distract from the eccentric ensemble, and how out of place it looked.

Even so, Duchess didn't seem bothered by the idea of being judged for her old fashion, instead looking around to admire the scenery.

In her eyes, everything looked so different than the kind of town she was used to. The bright lights, the towering buildings, the loud noises, and the amount of people around, it was all so much different than back in France, and her time.

She had already been here for a few days, yet it was so much to take in.

"My goodness..." The feline remarked, looking around with a smile. "Everything looks so... Different. It's so bright, so colorful, so vivid, so... Schwinging~ All these people, they're so... Chic."

The poodle had to chuckle a little, taking a sip from her exotic beverage, before putting it down.

"You really don't get out much, do you, darling?" She asked.

Duchess looked back at her and smiled, chuckling a little as well as she sat back down.

"Only when my social calling demands it." The feline answered, taking another look at her new friend's outfit again, still looking unsure about how revealing it was, in comparison to what she was wearing/used to.

Not even her undergarments showed as much skin as the poodle was showing right now. Was she not concerned about the public gaze? How people would think of her? How could she act so-

"D- Darling!" Duchess exclaimed in  hushed tone, when she got a load of what the poodle was doing next.

Having sat up properly, the canine reached behind her back to reach for the tie of her bikini, grabbing each end and pulling it apart, loosening the garment.

"Wh- What are you doing?" The feline continued, her blush growing deeper as she averted her eyes for a moment, hoping no-one was seeing this.

"Just letting them breathe, dear~" She answered with a little giggle, seeing the staggered look in the feline's eyes.

"In public? So broadly!?" She questioned, still trying to avoid looking, but her curiosity got the better of her, and her eyes darted back to the poodle.

Thankfully, as if to keep a little of her dignity, the dog had turned over so that she was lying on her front now, her back facing upwards.

"There's nothing wrong with showing some skin." Georgette assured her. "I say if you've got it, show it off~ Besides, the public will adore a pair of fine ladies like us~"

Duchess could only stare at the poodle's back, before her eyes trailed downwards, and fell on another crude part of the poodle's outfit:

Her bikini bottom. Or lack thereof.

Unlike her bikini top, which was at least covering a bit of her breasts, her lower half was hardly hiding anything, and the feline found herself unable to pull her eyes away.

Most of Georgette's supple rump was on display, and the sight was causing her to feel a little warm under the collar. If she thought her chest was basically naked, it was nothing compared to down there.

A leaf would've covered more of her rear than that thing.

"D- Dear!" She quickly addressed her friend again, and the canine perked up, turning her head back at her.

The dog raised her eyebrows, a little surprised, before giving a lighthearted chuckle.

"Honestly, dear, there's no need to stare~" She teased, giving her a smile. "It's okay to let loose; don't be afraid to enjoy yourself a little~"

She winked, causing the other lady to blush even deeper.

"Hey, mom! We're here!"

"Hello, mama!"

But before she could give an answer of her own, the sound of their kids' voices turned both their heads to the changing room area, spotting the kittens coming towards the pool.

Seeing them, Georgette and Duchess noticed them holding hands as they headed towards the water, and the cuteness of such was enough to make both mothers' hearts melt.

Or one of them, at least.

Upon seeing her daughter exiting the changing room with her new friend, Duchess had to let out a gasp.

Not only was the boy wearing something just as revealing in her eyes as his adoptive mother was, sporting only some kind of pants that showed nearly everything from his waist down & nothing on the top half, but she was more shocked to see that her daughter wasn't wearing anything that much different.

Rather than her usual swimwear, the one she had their faithful maid Frou Frou pack, her daughter was donning something much different, which was nothing like she would've ever expected to see her in.

Instead, she was now wearing a pink one-piece swimsuit, hugging tightly to her body, hiding only her torso. Her arms and legs were on full display, and the material of the swimwear was thin enough to reveal her figure.

The feline could only stare in surprise at her daughter's choice of attire, wondering how on earth her innocent little girl was now walking around so exposed.

And yet, her friend didn't seem bothered by the fact that her son was wearing the male equivalent of the same thing.

The young pair just continued, holding one another's hand as they got to the pool, not seeming to notice the poodle's state of undress, which only surprised Duchess all the more.

Her eyes switched from them to her friend, then back and forth, taking in what she had seen and heard.

And it seemed like her daughter was either oblivious to her concerns or had quickly come to accept the difference in standards from this day & age and their own, as she had sat down on the ledge of the pool, while Oliver had already dropped himself in.

"Come in, Marie! The water's great!" He encouraged her, splashing around in the shallow end, and she gave him a playful smile. However, that quickly changed into a look of uncertainty.

"A- Are you sure, Oliver?" She asked, staring into the liquid, then back at her friend. "I- I- I don't... I- I mean, I'm not a... I'm r- rather..."

"You can't swim?" He asked her, and her expression answered him for her, and she nodded her head, embarrassed.

She could only hope that he didn't think of her any less than he did right now. Asking him for that favor earlier was one thing, but not being able to swim was another.

"It's alright." The male kitten assured her, gently. "I can teach you. Come in, I won't let anything happen to you, Marie."

His reassuring smile was enough to melt her heart, and the girl felt a warm tingle going through her body.

With a small, shy smile, the kitten slowly eased her way into the water, letting her legs sink in, and her friend waited patiently for her.

"That's it, one foot at a time." He continued.

As she got deeper, Marie's heart raced a little, and she kept looking back at him, to make sure she was doing this correctly, and he would nod.

It was a slow and steady process, but an effective one.

Duchess, seeing her daughter getting eased into the water like this by the young gentleman, noticing the level of trust she clearly had in him, as well as the way she seemed to be completely comfortable with how she was now dressed, told her that Marie had accepted the changes between their time and this one.

She knew that her daughter could adapt, though she didn't know how quick and easy it would be.

But more importantly, she felt that if her daughter could adapt & trust her new friend, then so could she. In fact, so SHOULD she.

Looking back at Georgette again, who had her eyes closed and looked as comfortable as could be, the feline decided that she might as well loosen up, and follow her example.

She couldn't deny that she was feeling rather warm, and shedding a little would certainly cool her down, as well as refresh her.

As such, she began undoing her own outfit, beginning with the top, and pulled it off.

It felt odd, stripping off her clothes in public like this, but she was trying her best not to think about that.

Once the first part was done, then came then next, and then the next.

Soon, she had her own top half revealed, publicly exposing her angelic mammaries to the world, for the first time in her life.

By all accounts, she should've been repulsed by what she was doing; it went against everything she was ever taught about being a proper lady, and anyone could see her like this.

On the other hand, it kind of felt... Liberating. Like she had been freed of some kind of heavy burden. And not just because of the weight of her outfit being removed.

She was starting to see what her friend was saying.

After that, she slipped off her bottoms, and her bare butt was now on full display, for anyone to see.

While a bit uncomfortable at first, the feeling was quickly washing away, and the feline was starting to get more comfortable in the buff.

Maybe because it was new for her, but whether that was the reason for it or not, the graceful feline was starting to feel more at nature in the warmth of the sun, feeling the air on her skin.

And she wasn't the only one starting to get more comfortable with something new.

Marie had finally gotten herself into the pool, and while the urge to panic and fling herself out of it was there, she felt safe i the hands of her future lover.

Quite literally.

Oliver was holding her hands in his own, helping her stay afloat and calm in the water, as he slowly swam backwards, guiding her and making sure she was comfortable.

The feeling of the water touching her fur and skin was still strange to her, but it was soothing.

And while the foreign sensation was one that the kitten found to be rather calming, it was nothign compared to the feeling of the boy's hands holding hers.

Her feelings for him intensified, as the warmth in her heart returned, and the butterflies in her stomach fluttered wildly.

As surprising as it was to her, the kitten was falling for the kitten, and falling fast.

She could only hope he would feel the same way about her. And more importantly, she would hope they could make their relationship work.

Especially if it was going to be "long-distance."