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, giggling softly.
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. Twelve-year-old Michael, with his sandy blonde hair and serious brown eyes, was building something intricate with LEGOs, while ten-year-old Izzy, a wisp of a girl with baby blonde hair and captivating blue eyes, was engrossed in a book. I, Rose Wentworth, at twenty-one, felt a familiar warmth settle over me as I watched them. My blonde hair, usually a vibrant halo, seemed to dull as a strange warmth enveloped me, starting at my feet.
Then, the shadows shifted. My shadow on the floor was replaced, impossibly, by the silhouette of Roger Rabbit.
Before I could react, the familiar, worn copy of “Who Framed Roger Rabbit?” on my bookshelf sprang open, spewing forth a puff of shimmering smoke. Roger Rabbit himself, all cartoonish charm and mischievous grin, tumbled out. He caught me before I hit the floor, his embrace warm and surprisingly solid. I looked down to see a fluffy, white cotton-ball tail wagging behind me, and my light brown eyes shimmered, transforming into the bright, clear blue of Roger’s. My hands, now four-fingered yellow-gloved paws, instinctively went to my cheeks.
My world blurred, becoming sharper, more defined, like a hand-drawn animation. I turned, smiling that signature Roger Rabbit grin, and a high-pitched, stuttering voice, unmistakably Charles Fleischer’s, escaped my lips. “P-p-p-please!” I giggled, the sound echoing the cartoon’s high-pitched charm.
An overwhelming craving for carrots consumed me. Drool trickled from my mouth as I hopped – hopped! – to the kitchen, gobbling down a mountain of them. My feet grew, flattening into three-toed paws with pink soles and dark pink circles. Rounded, white rabbit ears sprouted from my head, replacing my human ones. I scratched one with a hind paw, my tongue lolling out to reveal a prominent buck-tooth. Roger’s trademark black eyebrows arched above my now-enlarged eyes, and a pink triangle nose, complete with whiskers, replaced my human features.
White fur sprouted on my arms and legs, my body transforming into Roger’s slender frame. My legs shortened, my arms became slender, and my hourglass figure disappeared completely, my waist vanishing along with my breasts, replaced by soft, white fur. A surprising shift in my crotch sealed the transformation – I was male. My blonde hair changed to Roger’s red-orange, and the top and bottom of my face were covered in fur, reshaping into a rabbit muzzle. I was three feet tall, a perfect Roger Rabbit replica.
My personality shifted too, the hyperactive, funny, somewhat childlike and occasionally dimwitted nature of Roger blended with my own intelligence and talkativeness. My memories were intact, except for the core identity of being Rose, the mother of Michael and Izzy. My silver cross necklace remained, miraculously intact.
I looked at my paws, still recognizing myself as Rose, but trapped within the vibrant body of Roger Rabbit. Izzy rushed over, her eyes wide with surprise, then delight. She hugged me, her joy palpable. I scooped her up, nuzzling my nose against hers, “My dear Izzy.”
Wearing a borrowed red pair of overalls, a jaunty polka-dotted blue bow tie, I carefully made my way to Michael and Izzy’s room. Izzy was put down on her feet. Michael stared, aghast, but then nodded slowly in understanding, “Mom?”
I, Roger-Rose, attempted to walk normally but stumbled, tumbling into a pile of clothes. Michael stepped forward, embracing me. The awkwardness faded, replaced by a deep, comforting connection. He saw not a cartoon rabbit, but his mother.
We spent the summer afternoon together in my room. I hugged my children close, my tail wagging, my transformed heart overflowing with love. My little ones. The transformation was complete; I was a toon rabbit mother, a blend of the real and the fantastical. My new life, though unexpected, was filled with a cartoonish, joyous love that defied logic and embraced the magic of this incredible transformation. And the end… for now.
