I was helping my 20 years old friend, Deanna Mild
Author:unloginuser Time:2024/10/21 Read: 6897I 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. This year was my last year of college.
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 with yellow gloves fits my hands now.
My legs changed into Roger Rabbit’s short, slend-like legs.
My arms changes into Roger Rabbit’s slend-like arms with white fur tufts on the elbows.
More white fur grew on my torso.
My hourglass figure changes into Roger Rabbit’s slender body shape with the red overalls fit perfect.
My breasts flattened completely.
My feet grew bigger and flattened with pink bottoms with three toes and three dark pink circle on the bottoms of my feet.
A white cotton-ball tail grew out of my backside.
My hair changed color from blonde to red-orange and reshapes into 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 a white highlight on the top of my 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 tall.
The school’s Halloweek Dance and Costume contest for this day, October 27th, and then Deanna saw me as Roger Rabbit.
I was trapped in Roger Rabbit’s animated body.
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, but 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’m trapped in Roger Rabbit’s body.”
I looked in the mirror, to see myself as Roger Rabbit with huge eyes with blue irises, black pupils and white highlight 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 animated like in the 1988 live action animated hybrid film, who framed Roger rabbit.”
Deanna hugs me, feeling happiness bubbling in my flat chest.
I said in Roger Rabbit’s voice, “Thanks, Deanna.”
Deanna said with awe, “Rose, you are Roger Rabbit from the 1988 live action animated hybrid film, “Who Framed Roger Rabbit?”.”
I said in Roger Rabbit’s voice, “I guess being Roger Rabbit would be a wild ride for me, It’s really me now.”
Deanna cuddles me in her arms while I’m putting with delight and lovingly.
This Dance and Costume contest that is at our school.
Me and Deanna, along with her friends won the costume part of the contest.
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.
My College friends saw me as a friend, no matter what I look like.
My school won the Halloweek Dance and Costume contest.
The end.
The Halloweek Dance was fast approaching, and the air in the California College of the Arts dorm buzzed with anticipation. Deanna, my roommate and fellow art student, was meticulously crafting a costume for the upcoming contest. This year, she was going all out, a labor of love she was designing for me.
Deanna’s costume was a masterpiece: bright red overalls adorned with two yellow buttons on the front and two more on the back, a green patch on the rear, a blue bowtie with yellow polka dots, and a pair of yellow gloves. It was a playful, whimsical design, and I couldn’t wait to see it come to life.
As I admired the outfit, exhaustion crept in. We had both been burning the midnight oil to finish our projects. We collapsed onto our beds, a mix of excitement and fatigue buzzing in the air.
That night, something strange happened. A faint glow emanated from the costume hanging on my side of the room, a soft, almost ethereal light. I shook it off as my tired imagination playing tricks.
The next morning, I headed to my Theater Arts class while Deanna went to her Fashion Design class, where she was learning about sequins. We promised to meet up later to finalize the costume details.
Later that evening, I slipped into the outfit. It felt comfortable, familiar. As I adjusted the bowtie, I noticed something strange. My skin felt prickling, a sensation that spread across my body.
Then it happened.
A wave of sensation washed over me, a tingling warmth that transformed me. White fur sprouted on my arms and legs. My hands, inexplicably, morphed into Roger Rabbit’s iconic four-fingered hands. My legs shrunk, becoming short and slender. My arms elongated, ending in white fur tufts on the elbows.
My figure changed, my curves flattening into a slender shape. My hourglass figure was gone, replaced by a silhouette that mirrored Roger Rabbit’s.
My feet grew, becoming flat with three toes and three dark pink circles on the bottom. A fluffy white tail sprouted from my backside.
My blonde hair turned a vibrant red-orange, taking on Roger Rabbit’s characteristic hairstyle. The top and bottom of my face were covered in white fur, reshaping into a rabbit muzzle. A single buck tooth protruded from my mouth. My cheeks puffed up, and white fur tufts grew on the sides.
My nose turned bright pink, becoming a rounded triangle with a white highlight and three whiskers on each side. Two white rabbit ears, tipped with white fur and pink insides, sprang from my head.
I was shrinking, my height diminishing to a mere three feet. I looked in the mirror, my eyes widening in horror. I wasn’t Rose anymore. I was Roger Rabbit.
The Halloweek Dance was tonight, and Deanna would soon see me. Panic surged through me, a dizzying cocktail of confusion and fear.
“Deanna, why are you so tall?” I said, my voice a high-pitched squeak, mimicking Roger Rabbit’s. “I’m still Rose, but I’m also… Roger Rabbit.”
I looked at my reflection, the blue eyes with black pupils and white highlights staring back at me. I was animated, just like in the movie “Who Framed Roger Rabbit?”.
Deanna entered the room, a smile on her face. She stopped, her eyes widening in disbelief.
“Rose, you… you’re Roger Rabbit!” she exclaimed.
I was trapped, my human form replaced by the cartoon character. What had happened? Why me?
Deanna hugged me, her warmth comforting.
“It’s really me now,” I said in Roger Rabbit’s voice, a touch of resignation in my tone.
The contest was soon. I felt a mixture of dread and excitement. It was the Halloweek Dance, and I was now Roger Rabbit. What would happen?
Deanna, ever the resourceful artist, decided to embrace the situation. We decided to go with the flow, to enjoy the night and celebrate the magic that had transformed me.
We won the costume contest, the judges mesmerized by the uncanny resemblance to the beloved character. Deanna put on the merry-go-round music from the movie, and I danced with her, my animated body moving to the tune.
As I swayed to the music, I realized something: being Roger Rabbit, despite the confusion, wasn’t all bad. My friends embraced me, the transformation a funny anecdote. We celebrated, a night of laughter and camaraderie.
The Halloweek Dance was a success, our school winning the contest.
I was still trapped in this animated form, but I felt a sense of peace. It wasn’t a mystery to solve, a crime to uncover. It was simply a transformation, an unexpected twist in my life. And maybe, just maybe, being Roger Rabbit wasn’t so bad after all.
