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 was thick with the smell of fabric glue and anticipation. Deanna, a whirlwind of energy, was meticulously finishing touches on the costume she’d designed for me. It was meant to be whimsical, a playful nod to the iconic cartoon character, Roger Rabbit.
The red overalls, with their bright yellow buttons and a green patch sewn haphazardly on the back, hung on a makeshift mannequin. Deanna had even painstakingly hand-painted a blue bowtie with yellow polka dots, a detail that made me smile.
“I think it’s perfect,” I said, running my fingers over the fabric. “You really captured his essence.”
“Well, I’m going for that ‘Who Framed Roger Rabbit?’ vibe,” Deanna said, a mischievous glint in her eye. “The one with the wild hair and the big buck teeth. I think it’ll be a hit at the Halloweek Dance.”
Exhausted from a long day of classes and costume-making, Deanna and I collapsed onto the bed. We drifted off to sleep, our dreams filled with visions of the upcoming Halloweek Dance.
Later that night, a peculiar glow emanated from the costume hanging on the mannequin. It started as a soft, barely noticeable luminescence, but gradually intensified, casting an eerie light over the room. I was fast asleep and didn’t notice anything.
The next day, we went our separate ways for our classes. Deanna had a fashion design class, where she was learning the art of sequin embroidery, while I was off to theater arts.
When I returned to the dorm that evening, Deanna was already getting ready, her face lit up with excitement. “Rose! You’re going to love this!” she said, pulling the costume from the mannequin and handing it to me.
The moment I touched the overalls, I felt a tingling sensation travel through my body. A strange warmth filled my chest, spreading to my limbs. I didn’t think much of it at first, attributing it to the excitement of the upcoming dance.
I slipped into the costume, and as I did, the fabric seemed to cling to my skin, molding itself to my body. Suddenly, my hands felt different, as if they had shrunk and become stubby. I tried to brush my hair out of my eyes, but my arms felt strangely stiff, as though they were made of wood.
Panic surged through me. I tried to pull off the costume, but it seemed to have become a part of me. I looked down at my feet, and they were gone. In their place were two fluffy, pink-bottomed paws, each with three toes and dark pink circles.
As I looked at my reflection in the mirror, my jaw dropped. My hair had transformed into a wild mess of red-orange, just like Roger Rabbit’s. My once-slender figure had become shorter and rounder. I was staring at a horrifyingly familiar face: a white-furred muzzle, a single buck tooth protruding from my left cheek, and two large, bright blue eyes.
My body was changing, morphing, until I was trapped in the form of Roger Rabbit, a cartoon rabbit who was, in reality, a living being, but with the exaggerated features and movements of a cartoon.
“Deanna! What is happening?!” I exclaimed, my voice high-pitched and squeaky, just like Roger’s.
Deanna stood frozen in the doorway, her eyes wide with shock. Her voice was barely a whisper. “Rose, it’s… it’s the costume.”
She rushed to my side, her face etched with concern. I looked at her, and she seemed gigantic, towering over me. I was trapped in the body of Roger Rabbit.
“I’m still Rose,” I stammered, my voice wavering. “I’m… I’m also Roger Rabbit!”
Deanna embraced me, a gentle giggle escaping her lips. “You are,” she whispered, her voice tinged with amusement. “You’re actually Roger Rabbit.”
I looked up at her, a mix of fear and wonder swirling in my eyes. The costume had somehow bestowed upon me the appearance and mannerisms of my favorite cartoon. My heart thumped, but a strange thrill coursed through me.
“Deanna, I think I’m ready for the Halloweek Dance,” I said, my voice taking on a playfully confident tone. “Let’s make this a night to remember.”
As the merry-go-round song from the movie “Who Framed Roger Rabbit” began to play, Deanna lifted me up in her arms, the music a perfect soundtrack to our journey into the magical world of cartoons. We danced the night away, I as the iconic animated rabbit, and Deanna, my best friend, my guide in this fantastical new reality.
