I was taking care of my 12-year-old son, Michael
I was taking care of my 12-year-old 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 daughter, living in the countryside of Montana, USA in the human world.
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 and Izzy stay in their shared bedroom.
I felt a warm aura around me.
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 nowhere, 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 left blue eye glowing just like my left light brown eye glowing the same shade of blue as Regina’s left blue eye, while accepting Regina Rabbit’s spirit to live within me permanently, “come on, girl, you and me will be one happy toon rabbit mother to our kids.” as i spoke in a voice that is completely half Regina Rabbit’s with sweetness, high-pitched, soft-spoken and girly and half my own normal voice.
I turning around, looking around, panting like a happy toon rabbit, smiling softly just like Regina Rabbit, saying in a voice that completely half Regina Rabbit’s with sweetness, high-pitched, soft-spoken and girly and half my own normal voice, “Yes, we will.”.
I put my hands morphs into Regina Rabbit’s four fingered toon hands, a bit bigger than before with yellow gloves covering them.
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, while I sticks my tongue out a bit with a single buck-tooth pushes out on the left side of my mouth as I sat down on the floor like Regina Rabbit, as my color irises shift in color from light brown to blue with the same sparkle of innocence sparking in them that Michael and Izzy knows all too well with 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 shift in my crotch with a female toon rabbit parts, turning me a female toon rabbit named Regina Rabbit.
My hair changed color from bright blonde to red-orange grew longer and then stops mid way down my back.
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 merge together filled my mind completely merging my own memories of being Rose Wentworth permanently, including my kids, Michael and Izzy.
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 a toon rabbit.”.
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, see my kids, staring at me, in shock, saying , “Michael? Izzy? Don’t be scared, I’m still your mom, I promise.”
Michael and Izzy steps forward, a bit, in surprise and nodding in confirmation.
I touching my rabbit ears while walking like Regina Rabbit.
Michael and Izzy cuddles me.
Michael and Izzy saw me as a mother figure, no matter what I look like.
Izzy hugs me, feeling happiness bubbling in my chest.
Michael and Izzy hugging me while I hugged them 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 with my hair pulled up into a high ponytail, while hugging my kids, calling them, my little ones, me and Regina Rabbit both took equal control over us completely, working together as one person from two different people (Female toon Rabbit and a young human woman) living together in harmony, while purring like a female rabbit, while my cotton-ball tail wagging with happiness.
The end.
The mystery isn’t solved in the provided narrative; it’s the cause of Rose’s transformation that remains a mystery. The story focuses on the effect – her transformation into a toon rabbit – and the acceptance of her children. To make this a mystery story, we need to introduce clues and potential explanations for the transformation.
Here’s a revised version that incorporates a mystery element:
Who Framed Regina Rabbit?
I, Rose Wentworth, was a twenty-one-year-old mother living in the Montana countryside, happily – if a little chaotically – raising my two children: twelve-year-old Michael and ten-year-old Izzy. My life, however, was about to take a decidedly cartoonish turn.
That evening, a strange warmth enveloped me. My shadow… it shifted, becoming a familiar silhouette: Regina Rabbit’s. Then came the tingling, a growing cotton-ball tail sprouting from my spine, and a vision of Regina herself, shimmering into existence. “I’m here to help you be the best mother,” she chirped, before merging with me, her left eye glowing a vibrant blue that mirrored a similar glow in my own.
The transformation was instantaneous and surreal. My body reshaped into Regina Rabbit’s – the curvy figure, the oversized hands, the three-toed feet. My blonde hair turned a fiery orange, and my face… well, let’s just say it became distinctly rabbit-like. I was still me, Rose Wentworth, but with a very prominent, very fluffy, cartoon rabbit exterior.
Michael and Izzy, initially shocked, quickly accepted this bizarre reality. Their love, thankfully, transcended species.
But why? This was the burning question. There was no discernible trigger. No strange potions, no mad scientists, just… a warm aura and Regina Rabbit.
The following days were spent adjusting to my new reality, but the mystery gnawed at me. I started noticing oddities:
- The Attic: While cleaning the attic, I found a dusty box filled with old family heirlooms, including a chipped porcelain rabbit figurine identical to Regina, holding a small, tarnished locket. Inside the locket was a faded photograph of a woman, remarkably similar to me, but with noticeably cartoonish features.
- Grandmother’s Stories: My grandmother, who passed away when I was young, had always told whimsical stories of “toon folk” visiting our family – tales I’d previously dismissed as fanciful.
- The Mysterious Package: A package arrived – no return address – containing a single, pristine white glove, identical to the ones Regina wore.
These clues suggested a hereditary connection to the cartoon world, hinting at a possible lineage I never knew existed. Was this a family curse? A long-forgotten pact? Or something more sinister?
The transformation itself was not a crime, but the cause of it became my new mystery. Was it a benevolent spirit guiding me, a mischievous curse, or was someone else behind the scenes, pulling the strings of reality? The answer, I knew, lay somewhere within our family history, buried amidst the forgotten stories and dusty heirlooms of our Montana farmhouse. My quest to solve this mystery, to understand my new reality, had just begun. And if I didn’t solve it soon, the next rabbit in line might be one of my own children.
