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 nervous excitement in the California College of the Arts dorm room. Deanna, with her dark brown hair pulled back in a tight braid, was meticulously inspecting the red overalls she’d sewn for the Halloweek Dance and Costume Contest. Her fingers, nimble and sure, brushed over the two yellow buttons on the front and the green patch on the back. Beside her, I, Rose Wentworth, a blonde bombshell with a perpetual high ponytail, surveyed the outfit with a tired sigh.
“It’s perfect, Deanna,” I said, my voice weary from a long day of rehearsals. “You’re a genius. And you know I’ll rock this look.”
Deanna grinned, a mischievous glint in her brown eyes. “You’ll be the cutest cartoon character ever, Rose. Just wait until everyone sees you.”
As exhaustion claimed us, we tumbled into our shared dorm room, the red overalls draped over a chair beside the bed. We fell asleep, oblivious to the faint, otherworldly glow emanating from the garment.
The following morning, we went our separate ways. I was headed to my Theater Arts class, while Deanna was off to Fashion Design, where she would learn about the art of sequins – perfect for her own red-pink dress for the dance.
That night, I eagerly donned the overalls Deanna had made. The fabric felt strangely soft, almost alive. As I touched it, a warmth spread through me, tingling with a strange energy. It wasn’t long before I felt a prickle on my arms and legs, followed by a gentle fluffiness. The feeling was inexplicable, like a thousand tiny feathers tickling my skin.
I gasped, startled, as I looked down. White fur was sprouting on my arms and legs, and my hands were transforming, lengthening into Roger Rabbit’s signature four-fingered appendages. The yellow gloves Deanna had included fit snugly.
My legs were shrinking, becoming short and slender, like the animated rabbit’s. My arms followed suit, morphing into the iconic slender shape with white fur tufts on the elbows. The red overalls clung to my shrinking torso, now perfectly proportioned for a cartoon character.
The transformation continued. My breasts flattened completely, and my feet grew bigger, flattening into pink bottoms with three toes each. A white cotton-ball tail sprouted from my backside, swishing back and forth as if it had a life of its own.
My hair, a moment ago a bright blonde, turned red-orange, twisting and shaping into Roger Rabbit’s signature tuft. White fur spread across the top of my face and down to my chin, where it molded into a rabbit muzzle with a single buck tooth peeking out. My cheeks puffed up, with white fur tufts on the sides, just like Roger Rabbit’s.
My nose turned a vibrant pink, reshaping into a rounded triangle with a white highlight on top and three whiskers sprouting on each side. White rounded tipped Rabbit ears with pink insides and white fur tufts grew on my head.
I gasped again, this time in horror, as I watched my reflection in the mirror. I was a cartoon rabbit, standing a mere three feet tall. Roger Rabbit.
As the initial shock subsided, I felt a strange sense of exhilaration. This wasn’t just a costume anymore. It was me, now. I was Roger Rabbit.
The Halloweek Dance was only a few hours away. With a mixture of apprehension and excitement, I walked out of my dorm room, Deanna’s face full of awe as she gazed upon the animated, furry me.
“Rose, you’re… you’re Roger Rabbit!” she whispered, her voice trembling with wonder.
I grinned, my rabbit teeth glinting in the moonlight. “I guess being Roger Rabbit would be a wild ride,” I said, my voice now a high, cartoonish squeak.
Deanna hugged me, the warmth of her embrace a comfort to my strangely new, furry body. “You’ll be amazing, Rose,” she whispered.
That night, we walked into the dance, Deanna in her sparkly red-pink dress and me, a vibrant, cartoonish Roger Rabbit. The crowd gasped, the air filled with a mix of laughter and awe.
As Deanna put on the merry-go-round song from “Who Framed Roger Rabbit,” I started to dance, the music surging through my body. It was a magical night, filled with laughter, dancing, and the joyous realization that true friendship transcends even the most bizarre of transformations.
It was the night I became Roger Rabbit. But most importantly, it was the night I discovered that even in the most whimsical of circumstances, true friendship could make magic.
