I was taking care of my 12-year-old human son, Mi
I was taking care of my 12-year-old human son, Michael Wentworth with Sandy blonde hair and brown eyes (standing at 4 feet by 7 inches tall) and 10-year-old, Izzy Wentworth with baby blonde hair and blue eyes (standing at 4 feet by 6 inches tall), my human daughter, living in the countryside of Montana, USA in the human world in a big mansion.
My name is Rose Wentworth, a 21 years old young human woman with bright blonde hair and light brown eyes, standing at 5 feet by 5 inches tall and Michael’s and Izzy’s mother.
Roger Rabbit is my favorite cartoon titular character from the 1988 live action animated hybrid film, “Who Framed Roger Rabbit?”.
Michael stay in his shared bedroom with his sister, Izzy.
I felt a warm aura around me while Izzy watching.
My shadow was replaced with Regina Rabbit’s Shadow, Roger Rabbit’s female counterpart on the floor below me.
I feel a tingling feeling and I looked down behind me and saw a white cotton-ball tail grew out of my tailbone and touching the tail, wagging my white cotton-ball tail.
My appearance shift to a traditional hand drawn animation look just like in Who framed Roger Rabbit.
I stumbled on the floor as Roger Rabbit’s female counterpart, Regina Rabbit’s spirit appears out of a magical book, looking at me, softly and happily, “I’m here to help to be the best mother that your kids will ever had”, then jumps into me, completely possessing me with her blue eyes glowing just like my light brown eyes turns blue as my left eye starting twitching, while Regina putting my slightly bigger four-fingered yellow gloved hands on my cheeks, rubbing them while standing up and starting hopping like a rabbit, under her control, “come on, girl, we will be one happy toon rabbit mother to our kids but we talk it out while walking, okay?” as Regina took over, speaking through me with her sweet, high-pitched, soft-spoken and girly voice, while I nods under her control, hopping under her control.
She said, “We will be one toon rabbit mother, will we?”
I turning around, breaking down in panicking on the floor, while smiling softly just like Regina Rabbit with Regina’s hands nuzzles at my cheeks to calm me down, making me feel better, soothing, saying in a voice that completely my own normal voice which turned into a sweet, high-pitched, soft-spoken and girly voice of Regina Rabbit , “yes, p-b-b-b-b-bleeeease, and don’t panic, my girl, just embrace it, sweetie.”
I nods in Regina’s embrace as my feet grew bigger and then flattened into three toed feet with pink colored soles with three dark pink circles on the pink soles of my feet.
white rounded tipped Rabbit ears with white fur tufts and pink insides slowly push from my head, replacing my human ears, while I scratches one of my own rabbit ears with my foot, while I sticks my tongue out a bit with a single buck-tooth pushes out on the left side of my mouth as Regina Rabbit’s trademark black eyebrows appears above my enlarged eyes like Regina Rabbit’s, twitching my pink rounded triangle nose with a white highlight on top of my nose with three black rabbit whiskers on both sides of my nose.
2D White fur grew on my arms and legs.
My legs changed into Regina Rabbit’s young female legs.
My arms changes into Regina Rabbit’s slender female arms with white fur tufts on the elbows.
More 2D white fur grew on my torso.
My hourglass figure changes into Regina Rabbit’s slender hourglass female toon rabbit body shape.
My body shifted into Regina Rabbit’s female hourglass toon rabbit body.
My waist became a female toon rabbit’s waist.
My breasts remains the same small size breasts as before covered with white fur with female toon rabbit hips.
I feel a small painful shift in my crotch with a female toon rabbit parts, turning me a female toon rabbit, yelp in Regina’s voice.
My hair changed color from bright blonde to red-orange grew longer and then stops mid way down my back, which Regina pulled up into a tight high ponytail with a light red hair tie.
The top of my face grew 2D white fur.
The bottom of my face grew more 2D white fur and reshaped into a rabbit muzzle.
My cheeks got puffy up a bit just like Regina Rabbit’s with white fur tufts on the sides.
My height decreased to the height of 4 feet by 9 inches tall.
The hyperactive, funny, a bit childlike personality of Regina Rabbit with my friendly, high intelligence and talkative nature melding together filled my mind completely erased my own Memories of being Rose Wentworth permanently, except my kids, Michael and Izzy and being their mother.
My silver necklace with a cross in the middle of the necklace still around my neck even as Regina Rabbit, which I touched my four-fingered yellow gloved hands.
I looked at myself, saying, sounds like Regina Rabbit, a sweet, high-pitched, soft-spoken and girly,” I’m Regina Rabbit, a female toon rabbit.”.
Izzy hugs me, feeling happiness bubbling in my chest.
I scooped Izzy up in my arms and nuzzles her cheek, “my dear Izzy.”.
I started to sing to Izzy, the song, “Never grow up, ” by Taylor Swift while cuddling her.
Me: “Your little hand’s wrapped around my finger
And it’s so quiet in the world tonight
Your little eyelids flutter ’cause you’re dreamin’
So I tuck you in, turn on your favorite night light
To you, everything’s funny
You got nothing to regret
I’d give all I have honey
If you could stay like that
Oh, darlin’, don’t you ever grow up
Don’t you ever grow up
Just stay this little
Oh, darlin’, don’t you ever grow up
Don’t you ever grow up
It could stay this simple
I won’t let nobody hurt you
Won’t let no one break your heart
And no one will desert you
Just try to never grow up
Never grow up
You’re in the car on the way to the movies
And you’re mortified your mom’s droppin’ you off
At fourteen, there’s just so much you can’t do
And you can’t wait to move out someday and call your own shots
But don’t make her drop you off around the block
Remember that she’s gettin’ older too
And don’t lose the way that you dance
Around in your PJs getting ready for school
Oh, darlin’, don’t you ever grow up
Don’t you ever grow up
Just stay this little
Oh, darlin’, don’t you ever grow up
Don’t you ever grow up
It could stay this simple
And no one’s ever burned you
Nothing’s ever left you scarred
And even though you want to
Just try to never grow up
Take pictures in your mind of your childhood room
Memorize what it sounded like when your dad gets home
Remember the footsteps, remember the words said
And all your little brother’s favorite songs
I just realized everything I have is someday gonna be gone
So here I am in my new apartment
In a big city, they just dropped me off
It’s so much colder than I thought it would be
So I tuck myself in and turn my nightlight on
Wish I’d never grown up
I wish I’d never grown up
Oh, I don’t wanna grow up
Wish I’d never grown up
Could still be little
Oh, I don’t wanna grow up
Wish I’d never grown up
It could still be simple
Oh, darlin’, don’t you ever grow up
Don’t you ever grow up
Just stay this little
Oh, darlin’, don’t you ever grow up
Don’t you ever grow up
It could stay this simple
I won’t let nobody hurt you
Won’t let no one break your heart
And even though you want to
Please try to never grow up
Oh, oh
Don’t you ever grow up
Oh (never grow up)
Just never grow up”
I heard Michael singing a song called, ” Count on me,” by Bruno Mars for his sister.
Michael: “Oh-oh
If you ever find yourself stuck in the middle of the sea
I’ll sail the world to find you
If you ever find yourself lost in the dark and you can’t see
I’ll be the light to guide you
We’ll find out what we’re made of
When we are called to help our friends in need
You can count on me like one, two, three
I’ll be there
And I know when I need it, I can count on you like four, three, two
And you’ll be there
‘Cause that’s what friends are supposed to do, oh, yeah
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah
If you tossin’ and you’re turnin’ and you just can’t fall asleep
I’ll sing a song beside you
And if you ever forget how much you really mean to me
Every day I will remind you, oh
We’ll find out what we’re made of
When we are called to help our friends in need
You can count on me like one, two, three
I’ll be there
And I know when I need it, I can count on you like four, three, two
And you’ll be there
‘Cause that’s what friends are supposed to do, oh, yeah
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah
You’ll always have my shoulder when you cry
I’ll never let go, never say goodbye
You know
You can count on me like one, two, three
I’ll be there
And I know when I need it I can count on you like four, three, two
And you’ll be there
‘Cause that’s what friends are supposed to do, oh, yeah
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh
You can count on me ’cause I can count on you”
I walking up to Michael’s and Izzy’s shared bedroom, wearing a dark blue undershirt covering my small white furry breasts, a red overalls with 2 yellow buttons on my chest area and other 2 yellow buttons on the back of the overalls with a green patch on the seat area of the overalls, tying the yellow polka dotted blue bowtie around my neck, opening the door while holding Izzy in my arms, see my son, staring at me, in shock, “Michael? I’m still your mom but I’m now your toon rabbit mom, my dear.”
Michael steps forward, a bit, in surprise and nodding in confirmation.
I was walking like Regina Rabbit.
Michael cuddles me.
Michael saw me as a mother figure, no matter what I look like.
Michael hugging me while I hugged him back.
We stay inside of our house while laying on the top of my bedroom during the summer, while I looked up at Michael and Izzy with happy teary-eyed and a soft smile, while hugging my kids, calling them, my little ones, Regina Rabbit took completely control over me completely, allowing me to live as a new person, a toon rabbit mother, while my cotton-ball tail wagging with happiness.
I started to sing to my kids, a song called, “Speechless,” by Alicia Keys feat. Eve while cuddling them in my arms.
Me: “When I wake up in the morning babe
Can’t believe my eyes
Sweetest little part of destiny
Oh yeah, ’cause you are now in my life
There ain’t no man or prize
Oh no, can compare to you
Ain’t no words to describe the way that I’m feeling
When I look at you
I’m just speechless baby
Don’t know what to say
I’m just speechless baby
The poet in me has gone away
I’m speechless baby
Don’t know what to say
I’m just speechless baby
The poet in me has gone away
True love finally finds you babe
Life becomes a way
Previously unimaginable
Oh yeah, listen now what I say
It only happens once if even at all
Feel it deep in your soul
And like a fairy tale your story begins yeah
What a sight to behold
I’m just speechless baby
Don’t know what to say
I’m just speechless baby
The poet in me has gone away
I’m speechless baby
Don’t know what to say
I’m just speechless baby
The poet in me has gone away
In the mornings when I rise up
Go to the window and I smile with my eyes up
Stare in the clouds like wow look at my luck
Everyday I’m feeling better ’cause I know I got the best I can be proud of
We can’t fall quick
Remember when I used to tell my girls like yo this dude think he so it
Think he so fly
And every time you try to talk to me I’m like yo don’t even dare try
I was on my solo groove I ain’t want nothing
I ain’t need nothing, man I’m good
Now I’m speechless ’cause I fell for him
The poet in me died ’cause I fell for him
I used to know all the words to say
I used to write all the poetry
But now you take my breath away”
The end.
The Montana sun streamed through the tall windows of the Wentworth mansion, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Twelve-year-old Michael, with his sandy blonde hair and brown eyes, was sprawled on the floor, engrossed in a video game. His younger sister, Izzy, a wisp of a girl with baby blonde hair and bright blue eyes, sat quietly nearby, watching him. I, Rose Wentworth, their twenty-one-year-old mother, felt a strange warmth emanating from Izzy as I watched her.
Suddenly, a tingling sensation coursed through me. My shadow on the polished floor below seemed to writhe, transforming into the unmistakable silhouette of Regina Rabbit, Roger Rabbit’s sassy counterpart – a figure I’d always adored from my childhood favorite, “Who Framed Roger Rabbit?”.
Panic seized me as a fluffy white cotton-ball tail sprouted from my tailbone, twitching involuntarily. My surroundings warped, shifting into the vibrant, slightly skewed reality of a hand-drawn cartoon. I stumbled, hitting the floor with a cartoonish thump.
From a magically appearing book, Regina Rabbit herself materialized, her blue eyes glowing. “I’m here to help you be the best mother your children will ever have,” she chirped, her voice sweet and high-pitched. Before I could process, she leaped into me, a blissful warmth flooding my being as her spirit possessed mine. My light brown eyes blazed blue, my left eye twitching uncontrollably. Regina’s gloved hands gently cupped my cheeks. “Come on, girl,” she said, her voice now mine, but with her signature girlish lilt, “we’ll be one happy toon rabbit mother!” She hopped, demonstrating, and I followed suit, my body moving involuntarily.
“We’ll be one toon rabbit mother, will we?” I stammered, my voice a bizarre mix of panic and Regina’s inherent sweetness.
She nuzzled my cheeks, soothing my fear. “Yes, please, and don’t panic, my girl. Just embrace it, sweetie.”
My feet enlarged, flattening into three-toed paws with pink soles and dark pink circles. Rabbit ears, white with pink insides and fluffy tufts, pushed through my hair, replacing my human ears. A single buck tooth protruded from my left side, and Regina’s trademark black eyebrows arched above my now-enlarged eyes. My body reshaped, covered in 2D white fur, my legs and arms transforming into Regina’s slender limbs. My hourglass figure elongated, becoming the classic toon rabbit shape, though my breasts remained small, now covered in fur. A small, painful shift in my lower body signaled the completion of my transformation; I yelped in a pure Regina tone. My blonde hair changed to a vibrant red-orange, pulled back into a high ponytail. My face softened into a rabbit muzzle, my cheeks puffing slightly. My height decreased to 4 feet 9 inches.
The hyperactive, comedic personality of Regina blended seamlessly with my own friendly, intelligent nature. My memories of Rose Wentworth faded, except for the unshakeable bond with Michael and Izzy, my children. Even my silver cross necklace remained.
Looking in a mirror, I said, in Regina’s voice, “I’m Regina Rabbit, a female toon rabbit.”
Izzy, sensing the shift, ran to me, hugging me tight. The feeling of her small body in my arms filled me with a joy I’d never known. Scooping her up, I nuzzled her cheek. “My dear Izzy,” I murmured, starting to sing Taylor Swift’s “Never Grow Up,” my voice filled with a newfound maternal tenderness.
Michael, having observed the entire transformation with a mixture of shock and awe, began singing Bruno Mars’ “Count On Me” to his sister, his voice clear and strong.
Later, dressed in a dark blue undershirt, red overalls, and a yellow polka-dotted bowtie, I walked into their bedroom, Izzy cradled in my arms. Michael stared, then nodded slowly. He saw not a strange creature, but his mother, transformed, yet still undeniably his mother. He cuddled me, and I hugged him back tightly. We spent the rest of the day nestled together, a happy toon rabbit mother and her children. Laying on my bed, gazing at Michael and Izzy, happy tears welled in my eyes. I called them “my little ones” and sang Alicia Keys’ “Speechless,” the words pouring from my heart, a perfect blend of my original self and my new toon rabbit persona. Regina Rabbit was me, completely and utterly, and I was happy. My cotton-ball tail thumped against the mattress with joyous abandon.
