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 black 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 buzzed with a low, almost imperceptible hum. It was the night before the Halloweek Dance and Costume Contest, and Deanna was putting the finishing touches on the costume she’d designed for me. It was a whimsical, almost cartoonish creation: red overalls with two yellow buttons on the front and two on the back, a green patch on the backside, a blue bowtie with yellow polka dots, and yellow gloves. The whole thing had an undeniable charm, a quality Deanna always managed to infuse into her designs.
I had to admit, I felt a little ridiculous in it. It was a far cry from my usual, more practical attire. But Deanna’s enthusiasm was contagious, and the thrill of potentially winning the contest had me in a surprisingly good mood. I put on the costume, feeling a strange warmth radiating from it. We went to bed, both exhausted from a long day of studying and crafting.
The next morning, Deanna woke me with a gasp. “Rose! You’re glowing!” she exclaimed, her eyes wide with wonder. I looked at myself in the mirror, and sure enough, the costume, particularly the overalls, was emitting a soft, ethereal light. It was a beautiful, almost otherworldly sight. “It’s… magical,” I whispered, feeling a shiver run down my spine.
The day passed in a whirlwind of classes and excitement. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was different, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. That night, after putting on the costume, I sank into bed, my mind swirling with thoughts of the upcoming dance. I was exhausted, but I couldn’t seem to fall asleep. The costume felt oddly warm, as if it were pulsating with a life of its own.
Then, I felt it. A tingling sensation, starting from my fingertips and spreading through my body. I felt my arms becoming slender, covered in white fur. My hands morphed into four-fingered paws, and my legs shrank, turning into Roger Rabbit’s iconic cartoon legs. The white fur spread across my torso, flattening my curves and transforming my hourglass figure into a slender, cartoonish silhouette.
My feet grew larger, flattened, and acquired pink bottoms, each with three toes and dark pink circles. A fluffy white tail sprouted from my backside, and my blonde hair shifted to a vibrant red-orange, taking on the wild, unruly look of Roger Rabbit’s signature hairstyle.
My face, too, was changing. My nose became a rounded pink triangle, my cheeks grew puffy, and my mouth morphed into a rabbit muzzle with a single bucktooth protruding from the left side. The most dramatic change, however, was my ears. They became long and floppy, with white fur tufts and pink insides, sprouting from the top of my head.
I was trapped in Roger Rabbit’s body, a bizarre, cartoonish version of myself. Panic swelled in my chest, but before I could scream, I felt a wave of exhaustion wash over me, pulling me into a deep, dreamless sleep.
I woke up to see Deanna staring at me in disbelief. My eyes, now big and blue, met hers. I tried to speak, but all that came out was, “Deanna, why do you look so tall to me?” My voice, my own voice, sounded different, deeper, somehow fuller. I was no longer Rose. I was Roger Rabbit.
“Rose, you’re… you’re Roger Rabbit!” Deanna stammered, her face a mix of shock and delight. “From the movie, ‘Who Framed Roger Rabbit?’”
“I guess It’s really me,” I managed, my voice a confused mix of my own and Roger’s.
Deanna, bless her heart, just hugged me, her joy palpable. I felt a rush of affection for her, a feeling I hadn’t known I could experience in this new form.
“It’s alright, Rose,” she said, her voice calming me. “We’ll figure this out.”
That night, as we got ready for the dance, I looked in the mirror, my face a blend of fear and amusement. I was Roger Rabbit, a character I had always admired, a symbol of animated joy and irreverence. And, as I stood in that costume, feeling the energy of the dance floor thrumming through my cartoon body, I realized this was more than just a costume contest. It was a chance to embrace the absurdity of life, to celebrate the power of imagination, and to laugh in the face of the unexpected.
As the music began, I felt a surge of confidence. I was Roger Rabbit, and I was here to dance! And I wasn’t just going to dance, I was going to dance my way to victory!
Deanna, ever the supportive friend, started playing a song from “Who Framed Roger Rabbit?” on her phone. It was the merry-go-round scene, and as the music filled the dorm room, I couldn’t resist. I started singing, my voice, a perfect blend of my own and Roger Rabbit’s, filling the room with its unique blend of cheerfulness and sass.
Deanna laughed, and I knew, in that moment, that even if I never got back to being Rose, I was in good hands. And, just maybe, being Roger Rabbit wasn’t so bad after all.
