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 Deanna’s dorm room buzzed with nervous excitement. Stacks of fabric, rolls of ribbon, and a jumble of sewing tools littered the floor, all centered around a vibrant red jumpsuit. Deanna, a whirlwind of energy, was adjusting the straps, her dark brown braid bouncing with each move.
“Rose, stand still! I need to see how the patches look from the back.”
I obediently held the pose, my blonde ponytail swaying as I tried to ignore the prickling sensation of fatigue. We’d been at it for hours, and the deadline for the costume contest loomed large. “Deanna, I’m beat. Can we call it a night?”
“Just a few more tweaks, then bed,” she promised, a mischievous glint in her brown eyes. “You’ll be the star of the show, Rose. Just wait until they see you in this.”
Exhaustion finally won out, and we collapsed onto our bunk beds. The last thing I remember was Deanna humming a tune from a vintage cartoon before drifting off to sleep.
The next morning, I woke to the sound of Deanna’s excited chatter. “Rose! Rose! You won’t believe what happened to the costume!”
I stumbled out of bed, my mind still foggy with sleep. “What are you talking about?”
“It’s…it’s glowing!” Deanna exclaimed, her voice barely above a whisper. “A faint light, like a soft shimmer. It’s beautiful.”
I looked at the costume hanging on the back of the door, and sure enough, a pale, almost ethereal glow emanated from the fabric. Deanna’s words, though strange, didn’t alarm me. It was just another quirky detail in our eccentric college lives.
The day sped by. I attended my theater arts class, where the energy of the stage always managed to invigorate me. Later, I found Deanna deep in a fashion design lecture, learning about the magic of sequins.
That night, I slipped into the costume. The fabric felt strangely warm against my skin, almost as if it was alive. “It’s just your imagination, Rose,” I muttered to myself, but a shiver danced down my spine. I snuggled deeper into my bed, trying to dismiss the unsettling feeling.
Then, the strangest thing happened. I began to feel a strange tingling sensation all over my body. My arms and legs felt like they were being encased in something soft, and I couldn’t move. I tried to call out, but no sound escaped my lips.
My eyes fluttered open, and I stared in horror at the reflection in the mirror. My blonde hair was gone, replaced by a wild tuft of red-orange fur. My legs were short and stubby, covered in white fur, and ended in three-toed feet with pink pads. My arms were slender and furry, ending in four-fingered hands.
Panic swelled in my chest, but my voice was lost. I was trapped in a body that wasn’t my own. The costume, Deanna’s creation, had transformed me. I was…Roger Rabbit.
The first sign of life from Deanna came in the form of a gasp. “Rose?” she whispered, her voice laced with awe and a touch of fear.
I attempted to speak, but all that came out was a high-pitched squeak. “Deanna, why are you so tall? I’m still Rose, I’m also…Roger Rabbit!” I managed to croak out.
Deanna rushed to my side, her eyes wide with disbelief. “Rose, you’re…you’re actually Roger Rabbit! It’s like a dream come true.”
She wrapped me in a hug, and I felt a surge of joy despite the bizarre situation. I was Roger Rabbit, a character I’d always adored, and Deanna seemed to be thrilled, too. But as I looked in the mirror, I saw the immense gulf between our realities. I was Roger, a creature of cartoons and imagination, trapped in a world where my true self was lost.
Deanna put on the “Merry Go Round Broke Down” song from the movie, and I found myself moving to the tune, the melody echoing a strange longing within my new rabbit heart. Deanna danced with me, her laughter filling the room, and for a moment, I forgot my fear, my confusion, and my lost identity.
As the sun rose, I knew I wouldn’t be able to remain a secret. The Halloweek dance was only a few days away, and I was the star of the show, even if I hadn’t intended to be. Deanna, ever the supportive friend, assured me that everything would be alright, and I clung to that hope, the strange, wonderful reality of being Roger Rabbit a constant presence beside me. I would have to navigate this new world, this new me, with Deanna by my side, and perhaps, discover the true magic behind the costume that had transformed me forever.
