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 the dorm room was thick with the scent of fabric softener and anticipation. Deanna, a whirlwind of energy in her own red-pink dress, was meticulously adding sequins to the final touches of her masterpiece. I, Rose, the ever-reliable friend, sat cross-legged on the floor, admiring the costume Deanna and her friends had crafted for me: a red overall with yellow buttons, a blue bow tie with polka dots, and yellow gloves. It was a cute, retro look, perfect for the school’s upcoming Halloweek Dance and Costume contest.
I felt a pang of exhaustion. The day had been long, and the deadline for our project loomed large. “I’m going to bed,” I yawned, stretching. “See you in the morning.”
Deanna, ever the artist, kept working, her back to me. “Night, Rose,” she mumbled, barely looking up.
I snuggled into my bed, the costume draped over a chair nearby. The dorm room was quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditioner and Deanna’s occasional bursts of laughter. I was almost asleep when a strange tingling sensation ran through my body, centered around the costume. It felt like a thousand tiny electric shocks. I vaguely remember a faint, light emanating from the overall, then sleep claimed me.
The next day was a blur of lectures, exams, and deadlines. Deanna and I were both too busy to even think about the costume. It was only when I finally stumbled back to the dorm room that night that it hit me – the contest was tonight!
I rushed to get ready, a knot of anticipation tightening in my stomach. Pulling the costume from the chair, I was greeted by an odd, almost prickly feeling. It felt like… fur?
I quickly changed, trying to ignore the strange sensations. The overall felt tighter, the gloves heavier. I glanced in the mirror. My arms were covered in white fur. My hands, once delicate, had transformed into clumsy, four-fingered paws. And my legs… my legs were short, stumpy. Panic clawed at my throat.
I started to panic, my heart pounding in my chest. My body was changing, morphing. My hourglass figure was gone, replaced with a slender, almost cartoonish body. My breasts were flat, my feet huge and flat with three toes. A fluffy, white tail sprouted from my backside.
My hair, once blonde, turned red-orange and grew wild, resembling a tuft of fur. My face, too, was transforming. White fur covered my cheeks, my nose was a bright pink triangle, and my mouth was a rabbit muzzle with a single buck tooth sticking out. My ears grew, becoming rounded, white rabbit ears with pink insides.
I was shrinking. I looked down at my feet, tiny and pink, with three toes. I was no longer Rose. I was trapped in the body of Roger Rabbit.
I slowly opened my eyes, my vision blurry. Deanna was standing in front of me, her face a mix of shock and horror. I tried to speak, but all that came out was a squeaky, “Deanna, why do you look so tall?”
I struggled to form words, “Deanna, I’m still Rose, I’m also… Roger Rabbit!” I choked out, feeling tears welling up in my eyes.
I felt a surge of despair, but then I saw Deanna’s face soften. A smile spread across her lips. She picked me up, her hand gently caressing my back. My fear melted away, replaced with a warm, fuzzy feeling. I knew I wasn’t alone.
“Rose, you’re incredible,” Deanna said, her voice filled with wonder. “You’re Roger Rabbit from the 1988 film, ‘Who Framed Roger Rabbit?'”
She put on a song from the movie, and I started to dance, singing along with the melody. The music filled the dorm room, transforming it into a stage for a magical, surreal performance.
My friends gathered around, watching in awe as I moved and spoke, a real-life Roger Rabbit. They didn’t care about the costume, about the transformation. They saw their friend, Rose, trapped in a bizarre situation. And they laughed with me, cheered with me, and loved me, Roger Rabbit or not.
The Halloweek Dance was a blur of laughter, dancing, and the thrill of winning the costume contest. It was a night filled with magic and the comfort of true friendship. I may have been trapped in a cartoon rabbit’s body, but in that moment, surrounded by my friends, I felt like I was exactly where I belonged. And that, I realized, was the true magic of the night.
