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 dorm room was thick with anticipation as Deanna and I prepped for the Halloweek Dance. I was tired, but the excitement of the costume contest kept me going. Deanna’s creation, a vibrant red overall with yellow buttons and a green patch, looked spectacular – like something straight out of a cartoon. As I slipped it on, I felt a strange tingling sensation, a sense of something otherworldly.
That night, sleep came quickly, but the dream that followed was far from ordinary. I found myself in a swirling vortex of color, the familiar patterns of Deanna’s overalls twisting and morphing around me. I could feel the fabric against my skin, the buttons pressing into my flesh, and then, a surge of energy.
I awoke with a gasp, heart pounding. I felt…different. My fingers were stubby, my arms oddly short. A chill ran down my spine, and when I reached out, I felt the rough texture of fur where my skin used to be. Panic seized me as I scrambled to the mirror. My reflection was not my own.
My blonde hair had turned a fiery orange, my features were distorted, my body shrunken and rounded. I stared at myself in horror, the image of Roger Rabbit staring back. My voice, when I spoke, came out in a high-pitched squeak, a caricature of my own.
“Deanna, why do you look so tall to me?” I asked, my voice cracking with fear. “Deanna, I’m still Rose, I’m also…Roger Rabbit!”
Deanna, who had been sleeping soundly until my cries woke her, looked at me with a mixture of confusion and alarm. But then, as she took in the sight of me, a wave of understanding washed over her face.
“Rose, you’re…you’re Roger Rabbit!” she exclaimed, her voice filled with a strange mix of excitement and terror.
I tried to speak, but my words came out in a jumble of cartoonish sounds. I was trapped, my human form lost, my voice, my mind, all twisted into this strange, animated parody.
The Halloweek Dance loomed, a chilling reminder of the transformation that had befallen me. The fear of being a spectacle, of being laughed at, of being forever trapped in this rabbit’s body, gnawed at me.
Deanna, however, saw a different kind of opportunity. She embraced the absurdity, dressing herself in a vintage, 1940’s style dress, her dark brown eyes gleaming with mischief.
“We’ll make the best of this, Rose,” she said, her voice a soothing balm to my panicked heart. “We’ll have fun. We’ll show them that you’re still you, even in this…new form.”
And so, we went to the dance. I hopped, I skipped, I sang, my voice echoing Roger Rabbit’s iconic tune. The crowd stared, some in awe, others in disbelief, but Deanna held me close, her hand reassuringly on my back.
As I danced with Deanna, the crowd began to cheer. My fear started to fade, replaced by a growing sense of acceptance. Maybe this wasn’t a curse, but a strange and wonderful adventure.
The night ended with us winning the costume contest. My heart swelled with gratitude for Deanna, for her courage, and for her unwavering friendship. I might be Roger Rabbit, but I was still Rose, still her friend, still me.
The magic that had transformed me, however, remained a mystery. Would it ever be reversed? Was this my new reality? These questions haunted me, but for now, I chose to focus on the joy of the moment, the laughter, and the companionship, even if it came in the most unexpected form.
