I was was helping my 20 years old friend, Deanna
Author:unloginuser Time:2024/10/20 Read: 6974I was was helping my 20 years old friend, Deanna Mild, with her costume as her model at the California College of the Arts.
Deanna has dark brown hair in a tight braid and brown eyes.
Deanna is 20 years old and stand at 5 feet by 5 inches tall.
Her costume that she made for me to wear was a red overalls with 2 yellow buttons on the front and 2 yellow buttons on the back of the overalls with a green patch on the backside of the overalls, blue bowtie with yellow polka dots, and yellow gloves.
I has bright blonde hair in a high ponytail and light brown eyes.
I am 21 years old and stand at 5 feet by 5 inches tall.
My name is Rose Wentworth. This year was my last year of college.
I look at the outfit that Deanna made for the Halloweek Dance and Costume contest this year.
I felt tired, so me and Deanna went to bed in our shared Dorm room.
That very night, some magic fell onto the outfit that Deanna and her friends made and started to glow very lightly.
The forward day, I went to my class of theater arts, while Deanna went to her class of fashion design to learn about sparkling sequins to decorate her own red-pink dress.
That night, I put on the outfit that Deanna and her friends made and touched it up a bit to bed.
White fur grew on my arms and legs.
My hands morphs into Roger Rabbit’s four fingered hands with yellow gloves fits my hands now.
My legs changed into Roger Rabbit’s short, slend-like legs.
My arms changes into Roger Rabbit’s slend-like arms with white fur tufts on the elbows.
More white fur grew on my torso.
My hourglass figure changes into Roger Rabbit’s slender body shape with the red overalls fit perfect.
My breasts flattened completely.
My feet grew bigger and flattened with pink bottoms with three toes and three dark pink circle on the bottoms of my feet.
A white cotton-ball tail grew out of my backside.
My hair changed color from blonde to red-orange and reshapes into Roger Rabbit’s hair tuft hairstyle.
The top of my face grew white fur.
The bottom of my face grew more white fur and reshaped into a rabbit muzzle with a single rabbit buck tooth growing on the left side of my mouth.
My cheeks got puffy up a bit just like Roger Rabbit’s with white fur tufts on the sides.
My nose brightens, turns bright pink and reshapes into a rounded triangle rabbit nose with a white highlight on the top of my nose with three rabbit whiskers on both sides of my nose.
White rounded tipped Rabbit ears with white fur tufts and pink insides grew on my head.
My height decreased to the same height as Roger Rabbit, which is 3 feet tall.
The school’s Halloweek Dance and Costume contest for this day, October 27th, and then Deanna saw me as Roger Rabbit.
I was trapped in Roger Rabbit’s animated body.
I slowly opened my eyes and saw Deanna looking at me, a bit surprised.
I said with Roger Rabbit’s voice , “Deanna, why do you look so tall to me?, Deanna, I’m still Rose, but I’m also Roger Rabbit.”
I said in Roger Rabbit’s voice with a smile like Roger Rabbit, “p-b-b-b-b-bleeeease! I’m trapped in his, well, Roger Rabbit’s body.”
I looked in the mirror, to see myself as Roger Rabbit with huge eyes with blue irises, black pupils and white highlight like Roger Rabbit and in Roger Rabbit’s animated look from Who framed Roger Rabbit.
I said in Roger Rabbit’s voice, “Deanna, I’m animated like in the 1988 live action animated hybrid film, who framed Roger rabbit.”
Deanna hugs me, feeling happiness bubbling in my flat chest.
I said in Roger Rabbit’s voice, “Thanks, Deanna. But I’m trapped in the animated body of Roger Rabbit!”
Deanna said with awe, “Rose, you are Roger Rabbit from the 1988 live action animated hybrid film, “Who Framed Roger Rabbit?”.”
I said in Roger Rabbit’s voice, “I guess being Roger Rabbit would be a wild ride for me, It’s really me now.”
Deanna cuddles me in her arms while I’m putting with delight and lovingly.
This Dance and Costume contest that is at our school.
Me and Deanna, along with her friends won the costume part of the contest.
Deanna put on a song, being the merry-go-round broke down from Who Framed Roger Rabbit.
I started to sing the song while dancing with Deanna.
My College friends saw me as a friend, no matter what I look like.
My school won the Halloweek Dance and Costume contest.
The end.
The air crackled with anticipation in the California College of the Arts dorm room. Deanna, my best friend and fellow art student, was putting the finishing touches on a costume she’d designed for me. I, Rose Wentworth, was a theater major, and this year’s Halloweek Dance and Costume Contest was the perfect opportunity to showcase Deanna’s talents and my own flair for the dramatic.
Deanna, with her dark brown hair in a tight braid and brown eyes, was a whirlwind of creativity. The costume she’d made was a masterpiece – red overalls with two yellow buttons on the front and two on the back, a green patch on the rear, a blue bowtie with yellow polka dots, and yellow gloves. It was a vibrant and playful ensemble, the perfect complement to my bright blonde hair and light brown eyes.
Exhausted after a long day of work, we collapsed on our beds. The air was thick with the scent of fabric softener and the thrill of anticipation. As sleep claimed me, I felt a tingling sensation, a strange warmth emanating from the costume draped over my chair. It was almost like the fabric was…glowing.
The next morning, my world was flipped upside down. While Deanna went to her fashion design class, I attended my theater arts lecture, a lecture that seemed to blur into the background as I felt a growing unease. It wasn’t the usual pre-performance jitters, it was something deeper, a sense of wrongness.
That night, I slipped into the costume, its warmth now searing. It felt like I was being molded, squeezed into a form that wasn’t my own. My skin prickled, a fine white fur sprouting on my arms and legs. My hands morphed, elongating, and then, horrifyingly, transforming into four-fingered paws. My legs shrunk, becoming slender and short, my arms similarly reshaped.
White fur spread across my torso, my hourglass figure shrinking to a more slender form. My breasts flattened, my feet grew bigger and flatter, with pink bottoms and three toes each.
A cotton-ball tail sprouted from my backside, my blonde hair turning red-orange and reshaping into a tuft. My face transformed. The top of my face grew a layer of white fur, my lower face reshaping into a rabbit muzzle with a single buck tooth protruding. My cheeks became puffy, my nose bright pink and rounded, with three whiskers on each side.
Two white, rounded, pink-lined ears topped my head. My body shrank to the size of a child, and my eyes, now huge with blue irises and black pupils, looked back at me with a startled gaze. I was no longer Rose Wentworth. I was Roger Rabbit.
A gasp escaped my lips, but it was not my own voice. It was a high-pitched, animated squawk, “Deanna, why do you look so tall to me?”
I looked at my reflection, a perfect replica of the cartoon character I’d admired in the 1988 film “Who Framed Roger Rabbit?”
“Deanna, I’m still Rose, but I’m also Roger Rabbit! I’m trapped in this body, this animated body!” I squeaked, my voice laced with panic.
Deanna rushed to me, eyes wide with awe. “Rose, you’re Roger Rabbit! From the movie! You’re animated!”
My world had become a bizarre cartoon. Deanna hugged me, and I felt the warmth of her affection despite the strangeness of my new form.
“Deanna, it’s crazy, isn’t it?” I said, my voice a squeak.
Deanna, with a bright smile, said, “It’s amazing! You’re a cartoon! We’re going to win this costume contest!”
The night of the Halloweek Dance was a blur. I danced with Deanna, my friends, all of us laughing and enjoying the surreal experience. We even won the costume contest, Deanna putting on a song from the movie, “Merry-Go-Round Broke Down.” I sang along, my voice a high-pitched, cartoonish squeak.
My friends, my classmates, they didn’t care that I was a cartoon. They saw me, Rose Wentworth, and they accepted me for who I was, even if I looked like a character from a movie.
As the night wound down, the magic of the costume began to fade. My body slowly returned to its normal form, my rabbit features receding until only a faint fuzz remained. The glowing sensation was gone, replaced by the normalcy of my human form.
But the experience had changed me. I had lived a night in a cartoon world, and I had discovered a truth about myself – my identity was more than just my appearance. It was my spirit, my heart, and my ability to embrace the extraordinary. And that, I realized, was a truth far more powerful than any costume could ever disguise.
