I was helping my 20 years old friend, Deanna Mild
I 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.
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.
My legs changed into Roger Rabbit’s short legs.
My arms changes into Roger Rabbit’s slend arms with white fur tufts on the elbows.
More white fur grew on my torso.
My hourglass figure changes to being more like Roger Rabbit’s slender body shape.
My breasts flatten completely.
My feet grew bigger and flattened with pink bottoms with three toes and dark pink circles on the bottoms of the feet.
A white cotton-ball tail grew out of my backside.
My hair changed color from blonde to red-orange and reshapes wild red-orange hair just like 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 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.
I was still asleep.
I was trapped in Roger Rabbit’s body.
The school’s Halloweek Dance and Costume contest for October 27th, and then Deanna saw me as Roger Rabbit.
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, 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 looked in the mirror, to see myself as Roger Rabbit with huge blue eyes 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 Roger Rabbit.”
Deanna hugs me, feeling happiness bubbling in my chest.
I said in Roger Rabbit’s voice, “Thanks, Deanna.”
Deanna said with awe, “Rose, you are Roger Rabbit from the 1988 film, “Who Framed Roger Rabbit?”.”
I said in Roger Rabbit’s voice, “I guess It’s really me.”
Deanna cuddles me in her arms while I’m purring with delight and lovingly.
This Dance and Costume contest that is at our school.
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.
Me: “Oh, Roger is my name
And laughter is my game
C’mon, cowpoke
It’s just a joke
Don’t sit there on your brain
(spoken) Woo-hoo-hoo! Nice shirt! Who’s your tailor? Quasimodo? Hoo-hoo!
I’m not that debonair
I’m just a silly hare
If you want class
I’ll have to pass
So go get Fred Astaire
(spoken) Yeah, he’s good. But can he do this? Bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl! Eat your heart out, Ginger Rogers!
My buddy’s Eddie V.
A sourpuss, you’ll “C”
But when I’m done
He’ll need no gun
Cause a joker he will “B”
C, D, E, F, G, H, I
I love to raise some cain
Believe me, it’s no strain
It feels so great
To smash a plate
And look, there is no pain.
No pain.”
“I’m not that debonair
I’m just a silly hare
If you want class
I’ll have to pass
So go get Fred Astaire
(spoken) Yeah, he’s good. But can he do this? Bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl! Eat your heart out, Ginger Rogers!
Oh, Roger is my name
And laughter is my game
C’mon, cowpoke
It’s just a joke
Don’t sit there on your brain
(spoken) Woo-hoo-hoo! Nice shirt! Who’s your tailor? Quasimodo? Hoo-hoo!
My buddy’s Eddie V.
A sourpuss, you’ll “C”
But when I’m done
He’ll need no gun
Cause a joker he will “B”
C, D, E, F, G, H, I
I love to raise some cain
Believe me, it’s no strain
It feels so great
To smash a plate
And look, there is no pain
[Smashes plate on his head; the record starts skipping, and Roger keeps repeating himself.]
No pain [Smashes plate on his head]
No pain [Smashes plate on his head]
No pain [Smashes plate on his head]
No pain [Smashes plate on his head]
No pain [Smashes plate on his head]
No pain!!!!”
My school friends watched me as Roger Rabbit with Roger Rabbit’s voice and lift me up in the air.
My College friends saw me as a friend, no matter what I look like.
My school won the Halloweek Dance and Costume contest.
My college friends laugh at my funny jokes.
The end.
The air in our shared dorm room was thick with the scent of fabric softener and the faintest hint of magic. Deanna, with her dark braid and intense brown eyes, was a whirlwind of creative energy, her hands perpetually moving as she meticulously stitched together her latest masterpiece. This time, it was a costume for me, a vibrant red jumpsuit, adorned with yellow buttons and a green patch on the back, completed with a blue polka-dotted bowtie and yellow gloves. It was supposed to be whimsical, a tribute to the era of classic cartoons.
I, Rose, the blonde with a penchant for drama, was exhausted from rehearsals for the upcoming theater production. Leaning against the windowsill, I admired Deanna’s work. The costume looked like it had been pulled straight from a vintage cartoon, a burst of color against the drab backdrop of our dorm room. “It’s amazing, Deanna,” I said, yawning. “You really outdid yourself.”
Deanna beamed, her eyes sparkling with pride. “It’s perfect for you, Rose. Just imagine, you’ll be the star of the Halloweek dance!”
As the night fell, we drifted to sleep, the costume lying innocently on the floor. But in the stillness of the night, a peculiar energy pulsed through the room, wrapping itself around the costume. A faint, ethereal glow started to emanate from the fabric, growing brighter with each passing moment.
The next morning, I awoke to find Deanna already gone, off to her fashion design class. I dragged myself to my own theater class, my head still swimming from sleep. By the time I returned to our room, the glow from the costume was gone, leaving no trace of the strange magic. I had attributed it to the lingering effect of a particularly vivid dream.
That evening, Deanna was away again, at a fashion design competition. Feeling tired and strangely drawn to the costume, I slipped into it, its vibrant colors a stark contrast to the drabness of my dorm room. I touched the fabric, a feeling of warmth spreading through my body.
Then, the room began to spin.
I woke up, my vision blurry. My arms, once smooth and bare, were covered in soft, white fur. My hands had morphed into four-fingered paws, my legs shrunk and were covered in fur, ending in three-toed feet with pink pads. My torso felt strangely constricted, my hourglass figure replaced by a slender, cartoonish form.
The change continued, my hair turning a wild red-orange, my face lengthening into a rabbit muzzle, a single bucktooth poking out. My nose, a bright pink triangle, sported three whiskers on each side. Two fluffy, white ears with pink insides sprouted from my head.
I was no longer Rose. I was trapped in the body of Roger Rabbit.
My body, now barely three feet tall, moved with an uncanny agility. I looked in the mirror, my eyes widening with terror. The familiar face staring back was that of the cartoon rabbit, the image fixed in my mind from the film.
I tried to scream, but all that came out was a high-pitched squeak. I was a cartoon rabbit, a prisoner of my own costume, a costume imbued with a magic I could not comprehend.
The door creaked open, and Deanna walked in. She paused, her mouth agape, staring at me with wide eyes. I saw fear and confusion in her gaze, but also a flicker of wonder.
“Rose?” she whispered, her voice trembling.
I tried to speak, to explain, but all that came out was a squeaky, “Deanna…”
Deanna’s expression changed, a slow smile spreading across her face. “It’s perfect,” she murmured. “You’re perfect, Rose.”
And then, she hugged me, her warm embrace a strange comfort in the face of this horrifying transformation.
I was Roger Rabbit. I was the star of the Halloweek dance. But the laughter that should have filled my heart was replaced by a cold, gnawing fear. My body was a cartoon, but the magic that trapped me was very real.
And I had no idea how to escape.
