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 the smell of fabric softener and anticipation. Deanna, with her dark braid bouncing as she moved, was meticulously adjusting the red overalls on my frame. I, Rose, with my blonde ponytail bouncing in time, couldn’t help but feel a little silly in the bright yellow-buttoned garment.
“It’s perfect!” Deanna declared, stepping back to admire her work. “The green patch adds a touch of whimsy.”
I sighed, feeling the weight of exhaustion pull at me. “It’s cute, Dee. I just wish I wasn’t so tired. Halloween is tomorrow and I have that big performance.”
Deanna patted my shoulder. “Rest up, Rose. You’ll be amazing. I’ll handle the finishing touches for the costume.”
I nodded, my eyelids already starting to droop. Deanna helped me into bed, and I drifted off to sleep, the fabric of the overalls brushing against my skin.
When I woke, the room was filled with an unnatural glow. The overalls, hanging on the back of the door, pulsed with a soft, luminescent light. Deanna, looking wide-eyed and confused, was standing next to me.
“Rose, what… what is that?” she whispered, her voice shaking.
I followed her gaze and saw it too. The faint, almost ethereal glow emanating from the overalls. A chill shot down my spine.
“I don’t know…” I stammered.
Suddenly, the glow intensified, becoming blindingly bright. I screamed as a wave of heat washed over me.
It all happened so fast. One moment I was tired, the next I felt a searing pain, like my bones were being rearranged. My vision blurred, my body contorted.
I woke again, or at least I thought I did. My vision was blurry, my head felt like a spinning top. A strange tingling sensation danced across my skin.
I reached out to touch my face. My fingers brushed against something soft and furry. Panic clawed at my throat as I realized my hands were no longer my own. They were small, stubby, and covered in white fur.
I looked down at my body. My legs were gone, replaced by short, furry limbs with pink, three-toed feet. A white tail, fluffy like a cotton ball, poked out from behind me.
My eyes felt like they were bulging from their sockets. They were huge, round, and intensely blue. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, at the wide, rabbit-like muzzle with a single, bucktooth protruding from the left side. My once long, blonde hair had transformed into a wild, red-orange tuft, just like Roger Rabbit’s.
“Deanna, I’m… I’m trapped!” I cried out, my voice sounding oddly like a cartoon character. “I’m Roger Rabbit!”
Deanna stood in the doorway, her face pale with fear. Her eyes were wide, her mouth slightly agape.
I looked at her, my rabbit-like nose twitching nervously. “Deanna, why are you so tall? Deanna, I’m still Rose! I’m also… Roger Rabbit!”
I tried to speak, but all that came out was a strangled, high-pitched voice, “P-b-b-b-b-bleeeease!”
Deanna stared at me, speechless, her face a mask of disbelief and horror. She didn’t speak, but I could see the terror in her eyes.
Suddenly, a wave of nausea swept over me. I felt like I was going to be sick. I stumbled back, trying to regain my balance.
The last thing I saw before I passed out was Deanna’s terrified face, her lips moving silently, the word “monster” forming on them.
The Halloween dance was just around the corner, and I was trapped, a creature of cartoons, unable to explain what had happened to me.
The costume, the magic, the curse – whatever it was, it had transformed me.
I was Rose, but I was also Roger Rabbit. And Deanna, my best friend, was terrified of me.
The horror, I realized, was not the transformation itself, but the fear in Deanna’s eyes. I was no longer human, no longer Rose. I was a freak, a monster, something to be feared.
And that was the true horror of the situation – not what I had become, but what I had lost.
