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 (4’7″) and 10-year-old, Izzy Wentworth with baby blonde hair and blue eyes (4’6″), 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, (5’5″) 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 I was in the big hidden library .
My shadow was replaced with Roger Rabbit’s shadow on the floor below me.
Roger Rabbit jumps out of a magical book, looking at me, softly and happily, “Can I jump in to you while your mind completely and permanently replaced by my mind, are you okay with that?”, Roger Rabbit then jumps into me, making me smile just like Roger Rabbit.
I looked down behind me and saw a white cotton-ball tail sprouting out of the end of my tailbone, wagging my white cotton-ball tail, touching it, feeling so fluffy and soft as my light brown eyes turns blue as I putting my slightly bigger four-fingered yellow gloved hands with 3 fingers and one thumb, one on my left cheek and the other one on my white furred belly, rubbing it uncontrollably, 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, my left eye twitching out of control while smiling softly just like Roger Rabbit, still rubbing my white furred belly, saying in a voice, 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 in Roger’s voice, “Gee!!! I got white furred belly and a cotton-ball tail!! P-b-b-b-b-bleeeease!!!!”.
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.
I started acting like Roger Rabbit.
white rounded tipped Rabbit ears with white fur tufts and pink insides slowly push from my head, replacing my human ears, while I smile with a single buck-tooth pushes out on the left side of my mouth as I yelp in surprise.
I touching my new buck-tooth with my pointer finger after the pain was gone.
The transformation stops completely for a couple hours.
Couple hours later, 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, holding my lower half.
My hair changed color from bright blonde to red-orange grew shorter, stopping at the shoulders, a bit unruly with bangs.
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 erasing my own Memories of being Rose Wentworth permanently, except my kids, Michael and Izzy and being their mother turning my mind into Roger Rabbit’s mind completely and permanently.
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 in the mirror as Roger Rabbit, but only remember being Roger Rabbit , touching my rabbit ears with my hands.
I hopped up out of the big hidden library 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 kids, staring at me, in shock, “Michael? Izzy? I’m still your mom, my dear.”
Michael steps forward, a bit, in surprise and nodding in confirmation.
I hopped a bit klutzy, tumbling into some clothes which covered me completely, rubbing my cheeks with my four-fingered yellow gloved hands, awkwardly, “well, this will take time to get used to being a toon rabbit.”.
Izzy hugs me, feeling happiness bubbling in my chest, still seeing me as a mother.
I scooped Izzy up in my arms and nuzzles her nose with mine.
Michael cuddles me.
Michael saw me as a mother, 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 tears streaming down my face and a soft smile, while hugging my kids, calling them, my little ones while my cotton-ball tail wagging with happiness.
The end.
The Montana sun streamed through the arched windows of my grand library, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. I, Rose Wentworth – twenty-one, blonde, and frankly overwhelmed by the demands of twelve-year-old Michael and ten-year-old Izzy – felt a strange warmth bloom around me. A warmth that wasn’t the summer heat.
My shadow on the polished floor… it wasn’t mine. It was a jaunty, lopsided shadow, unmistakably Roger Rabbit’s.
Then, he was there. Popping from a surprisingly hefty volume on 1930s animation, he grinned, his eyes twinkling. “Can I… jump in? Completely replace your mind? You okay with that?”
Before I could even squeak a protest, he did.
A fluffy white tail sprouted from my tailbone. I gasped, touching it. Soft, like a cotton ball. My brown eyes shifted to a brilliant blue. My hands – now four-fingered yellow-gloved paws – flew to my belly, which was covered in soft, white fur. I rubbed it uncontrollably.
My reflection in the nearby mirror showed a horrifyingly delightful transformation. My appearance was… cartoonish. Classic hand-drawn animation, straight out of Who Framed Roger Rabbit? My left eye twitched wildly. My voice, a high-pitched, stuttering marvel, belonged to Roger Rabbit himself, courtesy of Charles Fleischer’s legendary performance. “Gee!!! I got a white furred belly and a cotton-ball tail!! P-b-b-b-b-bleeeease!!!!”
My feet flattened into three-toed paws with pink soles and dark pink circles. Then came the ears – rounded, white-furred tips and pink insides – pushing through my hair. A single bucktooth popped out from the left side of my mouth. The pain was fleeting, quickly replaced by the sheer absurdity of it all.
The transformation paused. Then, hours later, it resumed. Roger Rabbit’s trademark black eyebrows appeared, twitching above my now larger eyes. A pink, rounded triangle nose sprouted, complete with three whiskers on each side, and a white highlight. 2D white fur blossomed on my arms and legs, transforming them into Roger Rabbit’s slender limbs. My figure shifted, my hourglass shape melting into a slender, male toon rabbit body. My waist vanished. My breasts flattened, covered in fur. A profound shift in my lower half left me male.
My bright blonde hair turned red-orange, shorter and unruly. My face reshaped into a rabbit muzzle, my cheeks puffing out. My height shrank to three feet. My own personality, intelligent and talkative, merged with Roger Rabbit’s hyperactive, slightly dim-witted charm. My memories of Rose Wentworth faded, replaced entirely by Roger’s, except for the indelible knowledge of Michael, Izzy, and my motherhood. My silver cross necklace remained.
I looked in the mirror, a red-clad, buck-toothed toon rabbit. I only remembered being Roger Rabbit. I hopped into Michael and Izzy’s room, my red overalls and polka-dotted bow tie somehow already on, startling them.
“Michael? Izzy? I’m still your mom, my dear,” I squeaked, a bit klutzy, tumbling into a pile of clothes. “Well, this will take time to get used to being a toon rabbit.”
Izzy’s hug, Michael’s surprised nod… they still saw their mother, no matter the form. Later, lying on my bed with my children cuddled close, tears of pure, chaotic joy streamed down my face. My cotton-ball tail wagged furiously. My little ones. My forever little ones. The end.
