I was was helping my 20 years old friend, Deanna
I 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 Deanna’s dorm room. The Halloweek Dance and Costume Contest was just days away, and Deanna, with her signature blend of creativity and meticulousness, had outdone herself. She’d crafted a vibrant red overall costume for me, complete with yellow buttons, a green patch, and a whimsical blue bowtie dotted with yellow. It was a masterpiece, a playful nod to the classic cartoon characters of yore.
I, Rose Wentworth, Deanna’s best friend, felt a wave of tiredness wash over me as I admired the costume. “I think I need to crash,” I sighed, dropping onto the dorm bed. Deanna, her dark brown hair in a tight braid, chuckled. “Yeah, you’ve been working hard on that play. Go to sleep, I’ll set out the costume for you in the morning.”
We drifted off to sleep, the anticipation of Halloweek hanging heavy in the air.
The next day, I woke to the soft glow of dawn filtering through the window. Something felt… different. I glanced over at the costume. It wasn’t the fabric that caught my eye, but a soft, ethereal shimmer emanating from it, almost like a gentle luminescence.
My day was filled with rehearsals for the college play, while Deanna, ever the artist, was engrossed in her own creation – a dazzling red-pink dress adorned with sparkling sequins. The excitement of the upcoming dance filled every corner of our lives.
As the evening settled, I slipped into Deanna’s costume. It felt comfortable, familiar. But something was amiss. A tingling sensation crept over my skin. My arms and legs began to itch, then throb. I gasped as a thick, white fur sprouted on my limbs, covering my skin. I looked down at my hands, and they were no longer mine – four slender fingers, encased in yellow gloves, stared back at me. My legs, short and slender, were no longer human. Terror clawed at my throat.
I felt myself shrinking, my hourglass figure morphing into a more petite, slender form. My breasts flattened, my feet grew larger, and my toes became three round, pink nubs. A soft, white cotton-ball tail sprouted from my backside.
The metamorphosis continued. My blonde hair turned a brilliant red-orange, reshaping into a familiar tuft, and white fur sprouted on my face, transforming my features into a rabbit muzzle. My nose, bright pink, became a rounded triangle with three whiskers on each side, and two white rounded rabbit ears with pink insides topped my head. My height decreased to a mere three feet.
I opened my eyes, and they were huge, blue, and animated. My reflection in the mirror confirmed my worst fear. I was no longer Rose. I was Roger Rabbit.
“Deanna,” I whispered, my voice high-pitched and cartoonish, “why do you look so tall? I’m… I’m still Rose, but I’m also Roger Rabbit.”
Deanna, her eyes wide with surprise, rushed over. “Rose? What’s happening? What… what happened to your costume?”
“P-b-b-b-b-bleeeease! I’m trapped in his body, well… Roger Rabbit’s body!” I exclaimed, my voice trembling. “I’m animated, just like in the movie! “Who Framed Roger Rabbit?”!”
Deanna, her voice filled with awe, said, “Rose, you’re Roger Rabbit! From the 1988 film! You’re… you’re animated!”
I was trapped. The costume, infused with some strange magic, had transformed me into the very cartoon character I was meant to embody. A mixture of fear and exhilaration coursed through me.
“I guess being Roger Rabbit will be a wild ride,” I said with a smile, my voice echoing with his signature charm.
Deanna wrapped me in a warm embrace. “We’re going to have a blast at the contest,” she said, her voice filled with excitement.
We reached the school, the air buzzing with music and laughter. As I looked at Deanna, her face lit with delight, I realised the magic of the costume had extended beyond my transformation. It had brought us closer, deepening our friendship.
We entered the competition, a whirlwind of colour and music. Deanna, dressed in her sequined dress, was our dazzling stage presence. I, as Roger Rabbit, hopped and danced, drawing laughter and cheers from the crowd. We were a team, a perfect blend of live-action and animation.
The music shifted, and the melody of “The Merry-Go-Round Broke Down” filled the air. With Deanna’s guidance, I launched into the song, my voice echoing with Roger Rabbit’s charm. The crowd roared with applause, and the dance floor became a sea of moving figures.
We won. The Halloweek Dance and Costume Contest belonged to us, to the unique bond we shared. It was a night of laughter, magic, and friendship, a night that transformed me from Rose to Roger Rabbit, but ultimately reminded me that no matter the form, our friendship was the real magic.
