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 hung heavy with anticipation in Deanna’s dorm room. Stacks of fabric scraps, needles, and thread littered the floor, a testament to the hours she’d poured into her latest creation. Tonight was the Halloweek Dance, and Deanna, a budding fashion designer, was putting the finishing touches on a costume she’d designed for me.
“Are you sure about this, Rose?” Deanna asked, holding up the bright red overalls, adorned with two yellow buttons on the front, two on the back, and a green patch stitched haphazardly to the backside.
I shrugged, trying to appear confident. The outfit felt a bit…unconventional. But Deanna had a way with fabric and design, and I trusted her. Plus, I was always up for a good laugh.
“It’ll be hilarious!” Deanna grinned, her dark brown eyes shining. “Just wait until everyone sees you in this…”
Exhausted from late nights and frantic sewing, we crawled into bed, the costume draped over the footboard. My bright blonde hair, usually in a high ponytail, was loose, cascading down my back. The glow of the moon cast an ethereal light across the room, and I drifted off to sleep, the weight of the costume on my mind.
The next morning, I rushed to my theater arts class, my mind a whirlwind of lines and stage directions. Deanna, meanwhile, was immersed in the world of fashion design, learning about the intricacies of sparkling sequins and the art of creating a red-pink masterpiece.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple, I returned to the dorm. My heart hammered with a mix of excitement and nervousness as I pulled on Deanna’s creation. It felt oddly familiar, the fabric soft against my skin. The blue bowtie with yellow polka dots felt a bit silly, but I grinned, picturing Deanna’s delighted reaction.
I slipped on the yellow gloves, and then, something strange happened. A tingling sensation spread through my body, starting at my fingertips. A wave of warmth washed over me, followed by an overwhelming sense of…transformation.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror, wide-eyed with disbelief. My blonde hair had turned fiery orange, and my hands were now four-fingered, covered in white fur. My arms had elongated, ending in fluffy white tufts at the elbows. And my body…it was shrinking, becoming slender and more…rabbit-like.
White fur sprouted all over my torso, and my legs shortened, ending in three-toed, pink-bottomed feet. A fluffy, white tail sprouted from my backside, swaying gently. My features had changed, too, my nose transforming into a bright pink, rounded triangle, adorned with three whiskers on each side. My cheeks were puffy, and my mouth had reshaped into a rabbit’s muzzle, complete with a single, prominent bucktooth.
I was Roger Rabbit!
Panic flooded my heart as I realized I was trapped in this animated body. My height had shrunk to a mere three feet, and my voice had taken on a cartoonish pitch.
“Deanna, why do you look so tall to me?” I squeaked, using Roger’s iconic voice, my heart pounding in my chest. “Deanna, I’m still Rose, I’m also…Roger Rabbit!”
I looked at my reflection again, my huge, blue eyes staring back at me. “Deanna, I’m Roger Rabbit!” I cried, my voice a mix of fear and disbelief.
The dorm door creaked open, and Deanna entered, a smile on her face. She stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes widening as she took in the sight before her.
“Rose?” she gasped, her voice filled with awe. “You’re…you’re Roger Rabbit!”
A wave of relief washed over me. Deanna didn’t seem scared, just amazed.
“I guess it’s really me,” I said, trying to sound confident. “I think I’m supposed to be Roger Rabbit.”
Deanna rushed forward and enveloped me in a hug, her warmth radiating through me. “This is amazing, Rose! This costume…it’s magic!”
The dance was less than a day away, and I couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement. I was Roger Rabbit, the most iconic cartoon rabbit of all time!
We spent the rest of the night planning, Deanna eager to unleash her creativity and take full advantage of my newfound form. She put on the song “The Merry-Go-Round Broke Down” from “Who Framed Roger Rabbit,” and I found myself dancing and singing, my voice echoing with a newfound confidence.
“Oh, Roger is my name, and laughter is my game,” I sang, my voice a blend of silliness and joy.
Deanna laughed, her eyes sparkling with delight. “You’re perfect, Rose! You’re absolutely perfect as Roger Rabbit!”
The next day, I strutted into the dance, Deanna by my side, a spotlight shining on my red-orange fur. I was a hit! My friends, surprised and amused, embraced my transformation, and the dance was a whirlwind of laughter and fun.
The Halloweek Dance and Costume contest was a resounding success, and I, as Roger Rabbit, stole the show. My college friends, full of wonder and amusement, cheered me on, celebrating my transformation. My friends, both from school and college, embraced me for who I was, a rabbit with a heart of gold.
That night, as I lay in bed, back in my human form, I couldn’t help but smile. My adventure as Roger Rabbit had been surreal, a magical journey that brought laughter and joy to my life. And I knew, deep down, that Deanna’s magic wasn’t limited to fabric and thread; it had the power to transform dreams into reality.
