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 anticipation. Deanna, her dark brown eyes sparkling with excitement, laid out the costume she’d painstakingly crafted for me. Red overalls, two yellow buttons on the front and back, a green patch on the backside, a blue bowtie with yellow polka dots, and yellow gloves. It was meant to be a playful, retro look, but as I gazed at the outfit, I felt a shiver crawl down my spine.
“Ready?” Deanna asked, her voice filled with nervous energy.
I nodded, trying to ignore the creeping unease. “I’m ready,” I said, my voice flat, a strange weight settling in my stomach.
We went to bed, exhausted from the day’s work. As I drifted off, a faint glow emanated from the costume, barely perceptible in the darkness. It felt like a pulse, a subtle thrum of something…wrong.
The next day, I went to my theater arts class, Deanna to her fashion design. The faint glow lingered in my mind, a nagging itch I couldn’t scratch.
That night, I pulled on the costume. It felt…different, as if the fabric had somehow grown tighter, more constricting. As I lay down in bed, the glow intensified, a sickly green light pulsating around me.
Then, the nightmare began.
My skin crawled, tingling with an alien sensation. White fur erupted from my arms and legs, pushing aside my own flesh. My hands contorted into Roger Rabbit’s four-fingered paws, my legs shrinking into his stubby limbs.
My body contorted, my once-feminine curves replaced by a slender, cartoonish physique. I felt my breasts flatten, replaced by a flat chest. My feet grew larger, transforming into three-toed, pink-bottomed paws, complete with dark pink circles on the soles.
A white cotton-ball tail sprouted from my backside, twitching with an unnatural life of its own.
My hair changed, becoming a wild, red-orange tuft just like Roger Rabbit’s, my blonde locks vanishing in a horrifying metamorphosis. The top of my face was covered in white fur, the bottom transforming into a rabbit muzzle with a single buck tooth jutting out.
My nose became a bright pink, rounded triangle, adorned with three whiskers on each side. White rounded tipped Rabbit ears with white fur tufts and pink insides sprouted from my head.
I was trapped, a prisoner in Roger Rabbit’s body, my own form twisted into a grotesquely familiar caricature.
The school’s Halloweek Dance and Costume contest was just a few days away, and I was no longer Rose Wentworth. I was…Roger Rabbit.
My eyes fluttered open to see Deanna staring at me, her mouth agape in horror.
“Deanna,” I rasped, my voice distorted, a high-pitched, squeaky falsetto that sounded nothing like my own. “Why do you look so tall? I’m still Rose…I’m also…Roger Rabbit!”
A giggle, alien and unfamiliar, escaped my lips. “P-b-b-b-b-bleeeease!”
I stumbled to the mirror, my reflection staring back at me: a horrifying fusion of human and cartoon, with huge blue eyes that sparkled with an unnatural brilliance.
“Deanna,” I croaked, my voice barely a whisper. “I’m Roger Rabbit.”
Deanna hugged me, her touch like a warm comfort against my furred skin.
“Rose,” she whispered, her voice trembling, “You are Roger Rabbit. From the 1988 film, ‘Who Framed Roger Rabbit?’”
I nodded, a feeling of helpless despair washing over me. “I guess…I guess it’s really me.”
The Halloweek Dance was approaching, and I was trapped in this…this mockery of a body. What would I do? How would I face my friends, my classmates, my life?
Deanna, ever the optimist, began to play the tune of the “Merry-Go-Round Broke Down” from the movie. A smile, involuntary and unsettlingly genuine, spread across my furry face.
“Oh, Roger is my name…” I sang, the words tumbling out of my mouth with an uncanny accuracy.
My classmates, my friends, watched in stunned silence as Roger Rabbit, a living, breathing cartoon, danced before them. Their laughter, their amusement, it was all a cruel joke.
The Halloweek Dance was a success, the costume contest won. Yet, amidst the cheers and congratulations, I felt only a deep, chilling despair. I was trapped, a prisoner in a body I could never escape.
As the night wore on, my friends laughed, their voices filled with delight. But deep inside, I knew this wasn’t a costume, it wasn’t a joke. This was my new reality, a horrifying, twisted nightmare. And there was no escape, no way back to Rose. I was Roger Rabbit, forever trapped in a world that no longer understood me.
