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 hung heavy with the scent of acrylic paint and anticipation. Deanna, a whirlwind of energy, flitted around the dorm room, adjusting the bright yellow buttons on the red overalls I was wearing. “Perfect!” she exclaimed, stepping back to admire her creation.
The costume, a tribute to Roger Rabbit, was surprisingly well-made. Deanna, with her dark brown braid and focused brown eyes, had poured her heart into every detail – the blue bowtie with yellow polka dots, the green patch sewn on the back of the overalls, even the yellow gloves.
It was Halloweek at California College of the Arts, and Deanna, a fashion design student, had pulled all-nighters to create a costume that would win the school’s dance and costume contest. I, Rose, her theatre arts roommate, had agreed to be her model, mostly because I owed her one for helping me with a particularly difficult scene for my play.
Exhausted from the day’s classes, we both collapsed onto our beds, the costume draped over a chair. I was starting to drift off when a strange feeling washed over me. A tingling sensation, accompanied by a faint, warm glow, emanating from the costume. I dismissed it as fatigue, but the feeling persisted.
The next morning, I hurried to my theatre class while Deanna headed to her fashion design lecture. “Don’t forget the sequins,” she called out, as I left. I chuckled, imagining her meticulously applying the sparkly embellishments to her own dress for the dance.
That night, I slipped on the costume, feeling the familiar warmth again. I felt strangely…lighter, and as I tried to adjust the overalls, I realized my arms felt different, my hands… smaller. I went to the mirror, heart pounding. The reflection staring back at me wasn’t mine.
The once blonde hair now stood in a wild red-orange tuft. White fur, as thick as cotton wool, covered my arms, legs, and torso. My figure, once curvy, had become slender and cartoonish, my breasts flattened, my feet grew plump and pink, with three toes each. A cotton-ball tail stuck out from my backside, twitching faintly.
My face was a horror show. The top half was covered in white fur, the bottom, a rabbit muzzle with a single buck tooth jutting out. My cheeks had puffed up, and a bright pink, rounded nose with three whiskers on each side replaced my own. Two white, rounded rabbit ears, tipped with white fur, stood atop my head, the pink insides pulsing slightly.
I was Roger Rabbit, trapped in his animated body.
I screamed, a distorted rabbit squeak, and tried to pull off the overalls, but they seemed to be glued to my body.
The door creaked open. Deanna stood in the doorway, her eyes widening in horror. I tried to speak, but all that came out was, “Deanna, why are you so tall? I’m Rose, but I’m also… Roger Rabbit!”
Deanna was speechless, her hand flying to her mouth. I looked at her, then back at the mirror, and my voice, a high-pitched squeaking laugh, escaped my lips. “Deanna, I’m Roger Rabbit!”
She rushed to me, a mixture of fear and awe in her eyes. “Rose, you’re…you’re Roger Rabbit! From the movie!”
I felt a sudden urge to smile, and my lips stretched into a wide, cartoonish grin. “Guess it’s really me,” I squeak-said, a small, whimpering sound escaping my throat.
Deanna wrapped her arms around me, her touch soft and comforting. The warmth of her embrace calmed the fear that was clawing at my chest. “It’s okay,” she whispered, “We’ll figure it out.”
She put on a song from the film, the merry-go-round tune. I started to sing, the words rolling off my tongue, not in my own voice, but in Roger Rabbit’s. I felt a strange, almost joyful sensation, a thrill of being someone else, someone so different.
My college friends, my classmates, they all gathered around, surprised, then amused. They laughed at my silly jokes, delighted by my antics.
The Halloweek dance was a blur. I danced and sang with Deanna, the room buzzing with laughter.
And while the horror of being trapped in another being’s body never truly left, the warmth of acceptance from my friends, and the newfound joy of being Roger Rabbit, pushed the fear aside, replaced it with a feeling of…well, almost happiness. After all, wasn’t being Roger Rabbit, the animated rabbit who could walk among humans, a strange kind of freedom? A freedom from my own body, my own anxieties.
Deanna and I won the dance contest, the crowd cheering for the animated rabbit who stole the show. And as I stood there, a furry, cartoon rabbit surrounded by my laughing friends, I realized that even in a horror story, sometimes, there could be a glimmer of something unexpected, something, maybe, even a little bit…magical.
