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 crackled with anticipation as I stood in Deanna’s dorm room, surveying her creation. The red overalls, with their two yellow buttons on the front and back and a green patch on the backside, were a quirky touch. The blue bow tie with yellow polka dots and the yellow gloves completed the ensemble. It was Deanna’s latest project, a costume for the California College of the Arts Halloweek Dance and Costume contest. I, her best friend and model, was to be the lucky wearer.
“What do you think?” Deanna asked, her dark brown eyes gleaming with excitement. She stood at five feet five inches, her dark brown hair braided tightly, a stark contrast to my blonde, high ponytail and equally tall frame.
“It’s unique,” I replied, trying to hide my growing fatigue. It had been a long day, crammed with classes and deadlines. “But do we really have to wear those gloves?”
Deanna shrugged. “It’s part of the overall theme. Think of it as… an homage.”
We both knew she meant an homage to her late grandfather, a legendary tailor who used to wear bright yellow gloves with everything.
Exhausted, we crawled into our shared dorm bed, each of us dreaming of the upcoming contest.
The next morning, I rushed to my theater arts class, leaving Deanna to her fashion design lecture on the intricacies of sparkling sequins. She was designing a red-pink dress for the contest, a masterpiece that was sure to be a head-turner.
That night, I slipped into Deanna’s costume, the fabric strangely cold against my skin. I added a touch of eyeliner and lipstick, feeling a strange tingling sensation as I did.
Then, a wave of exhaustion overwhelmed me. I stumbled into bed, the red overalls clinging to my body.
And then, darkness descended.
I woke up to the sound of Deanna’s voice, muffled and distant. My eyes fluttered open, but I saw nothing but a hazy blur.
I tried to reach for Deanna, but my arms felt strange, heavy. I looked down and saw my hands, covered in white fur, each with only four stubby fingers.
Panic surged through me. I felt a strange pull, a sensation like my legs were shrinking, becoming shorter and thicker. My skin was covered in white fur, now spreading across my torso, making my once hourglass figure slender and shapeless.
My breasts flattened, and my feet morphed into enormous, flat things with three pink toes. A white cotton-ball tail grew out of my backside, and my blonde hair transformed into wild red-orange tufts.
My nose was pink and pointed, and my face was covered in more white fur, my lower jaw forming into a rabbit’s muzzle with a single buck tooth protruding from the left side.
My eyes, huge and blue, stared back at me from a face that was no longer my own. I was no longer Rose Wentworth.
I was Roger Rabbit.
The room was a blur of motion, Deanna towering over me, her face a mixture of fear and disbelief.
“D-Deanna,” I croaked, my voice a distorted squeak. “Why are you so tall? I’m still Rose, but I’m also… Roger Rabbit!”
Deanna reached out, her touch hesitant, as if she was afraid of scaring me. She spoke softly, her voice trembling. “Rose, what happened? It’s… it’s like the costume… it’s come to life.”
A wave of nausea washed over me, a feeling that I was drowning in a sea of fur and confusion. My body ached. It was heavy and clumsy, feeling more like a puppet than a human being.
Deanna was right. The costume, a creation of love and remembrance, had taken on a life of its own. It was a magic gone wrong, a curse that had trapped me in the body of a cartoon rabbit.
“Deanna,” I whimpered, my voice a strange mix of Roger Rabbit’s jovial tone and a child’s desperate plea. “Help me! I don’t want to be Roger Rabbit!”
Deanna, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and determination, reached out and hugged me tightly. “It’s okay, Rose,” she whispered. “We’ll figure this out. Together.”
The Halloweek Dance and Costume contest was a blur. I danced and joked with my friends, my every action, every word, controlled by an unseen force. My friends laughed, unaware of my torment. Deanna, ever the supportive friend, helped me through the night, her love and determination the only light in my darkness.
The costume contest ended. I was the winner, but the price was too high. I was trapped in the body of a beloved cartoon, a creature of pure imagination, now a living nightmare.
The next morning, I woke up, still a rabbit. The costume, with its lingering magic, refused to release me. I was still Roger Rabbit, my human form a distant memory.
The end, or so I thought. Deanna, ever resourceful, found an old book in the college library, a volume filled with ancient spells and incantations. There, hidden among the pages, was the answer. A way to break the curse, to free myself from the prison of my own transformation.
But the price was steep. To undo the magic, I would have to face my deepest fear. And it was a fear that, even in my rabbit form, I could not escape.
I was no longer just Rose Wentworth, the girl who dreamt of being an actress. I was Roger Rabbit, a creature of dreams, and a prisoner of my own fears. And the real horror was yet to come.
