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 Roger Rabbit’s shadow on the floor below me.
I stumbled on the floor as Roger Rabbit jumps out of a magical book, looking at me, softly and happily, then pulling me into him, me with his body as I looked down behind me and saw a white cotton-ball tail, wagging my white cotton-ball tail as my light brown eyes turns blue as I putting my slightly bigger four-fingered yellow gloved hands with 3 fingers and one thumb on my cheeks, rubbing them, Rose took over in Roger’s high-pitched voice with a stutter in it, from Charles Fleischer, the voice actor of Roger Rabbit.
My appearance shift to a traditional hand drawn animation look just like in Who framed Roger Rabbit.
I turning around, while smiling softly just like Roger Rabbit with Roger’s hands nuzzles at my cheeks, saying in a voice “P-b-b-b-b-bleeeease!!!,” which turned into a high-pitched voice of Roger Rabbit with a stutter in it, from the voice actor of Roger Rabbit, Charles Fleischer, which I spoke in, while giggling softly in Roger’s voice.
I started to crave carrots, which I can’t resist with drool coming out of my mouth.
I started to hopped in the kitchen to get carrots, which I started to eating 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 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 Roger Rabbit’s trademark black eyebrows appears above my enlarged eyes like Roger 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 Roger Rabbit’s short legs.
My arms changes into Roger Rabbit’s slender male arms with white fur tufts on the elbows.
More 2D white fur grew on my torso.
My hourglass figure changes into Roger Rabbit’s slender male toon rabbit body shape.
My body shifted into Roger Rabbit’s slender toon rabbit body.
My waist disappeared.
My breasts flatten completely, covered with white fur with no female toon rabbit hips.
I feel a shift in my crotch, turning me a male toon rabbit.
My hair changed color from bright blonde to red-orange grew shorter, stopping at the shoulders.
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 Roger Rabbit’s with white fur tufts on the sides.
My height decreased to the height of 3 feet tall, the same height as Roger Rabbit.
The hyperactive, funny, a bit childlike and not very bright at times personality of Roger Rabbit with my friendly, high intelligence and talkative nature melding together filled my mind completely merging 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 as Roger Rabbit, which I keep it on.
I looked at myself, still remembered myself as Rose, but trapped in the body of Roger Rabbit’s.
Izzy hugs me, feeling happiness bubbling in my chest.
I scooped Izzy up in my arms and nuzzles her nose with mine, “my dear Izzy.”.
I walking up to Michael’s and Izzy’s shared bedroom, wearing 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 putting Izzy back on her feet, see my son, staring at me, in shock, “Michael? I’m still your mom, my dear.”
Michael steps forward, a bit, in surprise and nodding in confirmation.
I (Rose) struggle to walk a bit, klutzy, tumbling into some clothes which covered me completely, “This will be very annoying being trapped in this body.” while sighing in annoyance.
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 a soft smile, while hugging my kids, calling them, my little ones while living as a new person, a toon rabbit mother, while my cotton-ball tail wagging with happiness.
The end.
The Montana sun streamed through the tall windows of our sprawling mansion, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Izzy, my ten-year-old with her cloud of baby blonde hair and bright blue eyes, was engrossed in a book, a warm aura seeming to emanate from her. I, Rose Wentworth, twenty-one, blonde and light-brown-eyed, was watching her, a half-smile playing on my lips. Then, I noticed it. My shadow…it wasn’t mine anymore. A familiar, long-eared silhouette stretched across the floor – Roger Rabbit’s shadow.
Before I could process it, a worn, leather-bound book lay open on the floor, and he sprang out. Roger Rabbit, my favorite cartoon character, stood before me, a soft, happy smile on his face. He pulled me into a warm embrace, and as I looked down, I gasped. A fluffy white cotton-ball tail wagged behind me. My light brown eyes had turned a vibrant blue. My hands, now slightly larger and sporting four yellow-gloved fingers and a thumb, flew to my cheeks.
My vision blurred, shifting into the familiar hand-drawn style of Who Framed Roger Rabbit. Roger’s arms were around me, nuzzling my face. His voice, a perfect imitation of Charles Fleischer’s iconic stutter, tumbled from my lips, “P-b-b-b-b-bleeeease!!!” I giggled, the sound unmistakably Roger’s. An overwhelming craving for carrots flooded me, a drool-inducing desire I couldn’t resist.
I hopped – literally hopped – into the kitchen, devouring carrots with gusto. My feet grew larger, flattening into three-toed paws with pink soles and three darker pink circles. White, rounded rabbit ears, tipped with white fur and boasting pink insides, sprouted from my head, replacing my human ears. I scratched one with my foot, my tongue poking out, a single buck-tooth prominent on my left side. Roger Rabbit’s trademark black eyebrows appeared above my now larger, expressive eyes, and a pink, rounded triangle nose, complete with a white highlight and whiskers, replaced my human nose.
Two-dimensional white fur sprouted on my arms and legs, transforming them into Roger’s slender limbs. My hourglass figure vanished, replaced by Roger’s lean, toon-rabbit body. My waist disappeared, my breasts flattening completely under a layer of white fur, devoid of female curves. A definite shift occurred in my crotch, completing my transformation into a male toon rabbit. My blonde hair became shorter, red-orange, and the top and bottom of my face grew 2D white fur, reshaping into a rabbit muzzle. My cheeks puffed slightly, my height shrinking to Roger’s three feet.
The hyperactive, slightly dim-witted personality of Roger Rabbit melded with my own friendly, intelligent nature. My memories remained, except for the specifics of being Rose. My silver cross necklace remained; a tangible link to my past life. I looked at my reflection, recognizing Rose, but trapped.
Izzy rushed in, her face lighting up in happiness as she hugged me. I scooped her up, nuzzling her nose with my own, “My dear Izzy.”
I walked – more like hopped, clumsily – to Michael and Izzy’s bedroom, wearing a red overall with yellow buttons and a green patch. A polka-dotted blue bow tie was jauntily tied around my neck. I set Izzy down, catching Michael staring in shock. “Michael? I’m still your mom, my dear,” I said, my voice still tinged with Roger’s distinctive stutter.
He stepped forward, a little surprised but nodding in confirmation. I stumbled, falling into a pile of clothes which thankfully covered my now-revealing attire. “This will be very annoying,” I sighed, my voice Roger’s but the sentiment purely Rose.
Michael rushed to me, cuddling me, seeing me as his mother, regardless of my form. We were together, a toon rabbit mother and her human children, lying on the bed, bathed in summer sunlight. My cotton-ball tail wagged with happiness as I hugged my “little ones,” living this new, bizarre, fantastical reality. The end.
