I was living in the countryside of Montana, USA i
I was living in the countryside of Montana, USA in the human world in a big house.
My name is Rose Wentworth, a 21 years old young human woman with bright blonde hair and light brown eyes, (5’5″).
Roger Rabbit is my favorite cartoon titular character from the 1988 live action animated hybrid film, “Who Framed Roger Rabbit?”.
I felt a warm aura around me while I was in my own bedroom.
At night, while I was in my bedroom, fully asleep completely, Roger Rabbit, a white furred toon rabbit with big blue eyes, full of childlike wonder and curiosity completely and red-orange hair, wearing a red overalls with 2 yellow buttons on his chest and other 2 yellow buttons on the backside with a green patch on the seat of the overalls, a yellow polka dotted blue bowtie tied around his neck, yellow gloves covering Roger Rabbit’s four-fingered toon hands, jumps out of a magical book about toons which disappeared completely, looking at me, not to wake me up yet, softly and happily, then jumps into me, replacing my old outfit with his red overalls with 2 yellow buttons on my chest and other 2 yellow buttons on the backside with a green patch on the seat of the overalls, a yellow polka dotted blue bowtie tied around my neck, yellow gloves covering my hands, both being Roger Rabbit’s slightly bigger four-fingered toon hands after Roger Rabbit jumps into my chest.
I slept as a white cotton-ball tail sprouting out of the end of my tailbone, wagging my white cotton-ball tail, as my light brown irises turns blue with black pupils and white highlights, while the eyeballs grew huge into the shape of Roger Rabbit’s eyeball shape with no eyelashes, but they are completely closed because I am sleeping as Roger Rabbit’s slightly bigger four-fingered yellow gloved hands with 3 fingers and one thumb replaced my own human hands.
I was still asleep as my voice switches to Roger’s high-pitched voice with a stutter in it, from Charles Fleischer, the voice actor of Roger Rabbit.
I was still asleep as my appearance shift to a traditional hand drawn animation look just like in Who framed Roger Rabbit.
I was still asleep as my feet grew bigger and then flattened into three toed feet with pink colored soles with three dark pink circles on the pink soles of my feet replacing my own human feet.
I was still asleep as white rounded tipped Rabbit ears with white fur tufts and pink insides slowly push from my head, replacing my human ears, while I smile with a single buck-tooth pushes out on the left side of my mouth.
I touching my new buck-tooth with Roger Rabbit’s pink short toon tongue, then sticking it out a bit, smiling a buck-tooth grin, as I was still asleep.
I was still asleep as Roger Rabbit’s trademark black eyebrows appears above my enlarged eyes like Roger Rabbit’s, twitching my pink rounded triangle nose with a white highlight on top of my nose with three black rabbit whiskers on the both sides of my nose.
I was still asleep as 2D White fur grew on my arms and legs.
I was still asleep as my legs changed into Roger Rabbit’s short legs.
I was still asleep as my arms changes into Roger Rabbit’s slender male arms with white fur tufts on the elbows.
I was still asleep as more 2D white fur grew on my torso.
I was still asleep as my hourglass figure becomes Roger Rabbit’s slender male toon rabbit body shape.
I was still asleep as my waist disappeared.
I was still asleep as my breasts flatten completely, covered with white fur with no female hips.
I feel a shift in my crotch with no penis or testicles of male toon rabbit, turning me into a male toon rabbit, well I was still asleep.
I was still asleep as my hair changed color from blonde to red-orange, grew shorter and stopping at the shoulders, a bit unruly with bangs.
I was still asleep as the top of my face grew 2D white fur.
I was still asleep as the bottom of my face grew more 2D white fur and reshaped into a rabbit muzzle.
I was still asleep as my cheeks got puffy up a bit just like Roger Rabbit’s with white fur tufts on the side.
I was still asleep as my shadow was Roger Rabbit’s shadow on the walls around me.
I was still asleep as the hyperactive, funny, a bit childlike and not very bright at times personality of Roger Rabbit with my friendly and talkative nature melding together filled my mind completely with the memories of being Rose Wentworth with my heart turn into a toon rabbit heart, being Roger Rabbit’s.
I was still asleep as while wagging my white cotton-ball tail, happily.
I awoke up, the next morning, stretching out like Roger Rabbit, stepping out of bed, walking up to the mirror to see myself as Roger Rabbit as I use my magic, from a normal human magical spell book by using a spell called toon to human from the magical spell book, to turns myself back into a normal woman with a hourglass figure, female hips, waist, five-toed human feet, five-fingered human hands with my small sized breasts inflates back in, slowly, to the normal small sized breasts with my normal voice with some kind and sweetness in it back and my own kind, sweet, talkative, friendly, sassy personality, standing at 5 feet by 5 inches tall, wearing a light blue top with his red overalls with 2 yellow buttons on my chest and other 2 yellow buttons on the backside with a green patch on the seat of the overalls, a yellow polka dotted blue bowtie tied around my neck, to keep my toon rabbit form hidden, but my white rounded tipped rabbit ears with white fur tufts and pink insides remains on my head with my human ears remains on the both sides of my head with a white cotton-ball tail on the end of my tailbone on the outside of the overalls remains, including my mid-back length blonde hair fading from blonde to red-orange at the end of the hair and light brown eyes, wearing fabric sandals on my five-toed human feet.
Walking outside, wearing a cloak with the hood up to hide my white rounded tipped rabbit ears with white fur tufts and pink insides and the red overalls with 2 yellow buttons on my chest and other 2 yellow buttons on the backside with a green patch on the seat of the overalls, a yellow polka dotted blue bowtie tied around my neck, to see a young human child, age 7, with short light blonde and bright green eyes named Jon, who has no parents or no one to take him in, to raised him, was getting bullied by an older kid, a human teen boy of 15 years, named Azarel, with very almost black brown hair and very dark green eyes with hints of dark brown in them.
So, i stood up for him, telling the bully to leave Jon alone, standing in front of Jon, but he wouldn’t listen and push me to the ground.
My eyes glow blue as my voice starts to turns into Roger Rabbit’s high-pitched voice with a stutter in it with his hyperactive, friendly, talkative, funny, childlike, and not very bright at times personality took over, anger boiled over completely with gritty teeth, growls while I clutches my head with my hands, I look at Azarel as I turn back into Roger Rabbit, wagging my white cotton-ball tail, as my light brown irises turns blue with black pupils and white highlights, while the eyeballs grew huge into the shape of Roger Rabbit’s eyeball shape with no eyelashes as I putting Roger Rabbit’s slightly bigger four-fingered yellow gloved hands with 3 fingers and one thumb.
My voice switches to Roger’s high-pitched voice with a stutter in it, from Charles Fleischer, the voice actor of Roger Rabbit.
My appearance shift to a traditional hand drawn animation look just like in Who framed Roger Rabbit.
My feet grew bigger and then flattened into three toed feet with pink colored soles with three dark pink circles on the pink soles of my feet, breaking my fabric sandals apart.
I touching my new buck-tooth with Roger Rabbit’s pink short toon tongue, then sticking it out a bit, smiling a buck-tooth grin.
Roger Rabbit’s trademark black eyebrows appears above my enlarged eyes like Roger Rabbit’s, twitching my pink rounded triangle nose with a white highlight on top of my nose with three black rabbit whiskers on the both sides of my nose.
2D White fur grew on my arms and legs.
My legs changed into Roger Rabbit’s short legs.
My arms changes into Roger Rabbit’s slender male arms with white fur tufts on the elbows.
More 2D white fur grew on my torso.
My hourglass figure becomes Roger Rabbit’s slender male toon rabbit body shape.
My body becomes Roger Rabbit’s toon rabbit body.
My waist disappeared.
my breasts flatten completely, covered with white fur with no female hips.
I feel a shift in my crotch with no penis or testicles of male toon rabbit, turning me into a male toon rabbit.
My hair changed color from blonde to red-orange, grew shorter and stopping at the shoulders, a bit unruly with bangs.
The top of my face grew 2D white fur.
The bottom of my face grew more 2D white fur and reshaped into a rabbit muzzle.
My cheeks got puffy up a bit just like Roger Rabbit’s with white fur tufts on the side.
My height decreased to 3 feet tall, the same height as Roger Rabbit.
My shadow was Roger Rabbit’s shadow on the floor below me.
I was going to teach Azarel, a lesson, on not to bullied anyone like Jon by kicking him with my bigger and then flattened into three toed white rabbit feet with pink colored soles with three dark pink circles on the pink soles of my feet, Azarel ran away, never to be seen again as I turn back into a normal woman with a hourglass figure, female hips, waist, five-toed human feet, five-fingered human hands with my small sized breasts back with my normal voice with some kind and sweetness in it back and my own kind, sweet, talkative, friendly, sassy personality, standing at 5 feet by 5 inches tall, wearing a light blue top with his red overalls with 2 yellow buttons on my chest and other 2 yellow buttons on the backside with a green patch on the seat of the overalls, a yellow polka dotted blue bowtie tied around my neck, but my white rounded tipped rabbit ears with white fur tufts and pink insides remains on my head with my human ears remains on the both sides of my head with a white cotton-ball tail on the end of my tailbone remains, including my mid-back length blonde hair fading from blonde to red-orange at the end of the hair and light brown eyes with white socks and blue dress shoes by a flash of magic from my human magical spell book’s toon to human spell after Azarel run off, never seen again.
I took Jon in, into my care, to treat him better than Azarel, to live with me in my house.
I started to sing to Jon, a song called I’ll Stand by You, by The Pretenders.
Me: “Oh, why you look so sad?
Tears are in your eyes
Come on and come to me now
Don’t be ashamed to cry
Let me see you through
‘Cause I’ve seen the dark side too
When the night falls on you
You don’t know what to do
Nothing you confess
Could make me love you less
I’ll stand by you
I’ll stand by you
Won’t let nobody hurt you
I’ll stand by you
So if you’re mad, get mad
Don’t hold it all inside
Come on and talk to me now
Hey, what you got to hide?
I get angry too
Well I’m a lot like you
When you’re standing at the crossroads
And don’t know which path to choose
Let me come along
‘Cause even if you’re wrong
I’ll stand by you
I’ll stand by you
Won’t let nobody hurt you
I’ll stand by you
Take me in, into your darkest hour
And I’ll never desert you
I’ll stand by you
And when
When the night falls on you, baby
You’re feeling all alone
You won’t be on your own
I’ll stand by you
I’ll stand by you
Won’t let nobody hurt you
I’ll stand by you
Take me in, into your darkest hour
And I’ll never desert you
I’ll stand by you
I’ll stand by you
Won’t let nobody hurt you
I’ll stand by you
Won’t let nobody hurt you
I’ll stand by you
I’ll stand by you
Won’t let nobody hurt you
I’ll stand by you
Take me in, into your darkest hour
And I’ll never desert you
I’ll stand by you”
The Montana wind whispered secrets through the tall pines surrounding my sprawling farmhouse. At 21, with my blonde hair and light brown eyes, life in the countryside felt…peaceful. Too peaceful, perhaps. Roger Rabbit, my favourite toon, would have found it dreadfully dull. The warm aura I’d felt in my bedroom the previous night was a premonition, I now realised.
Sleep had claimed me, but not before a magical book, glowing with an inner light, had appeared on my bedside table. From its pages, Roger himself had sprung, a whirlwind of red-orange fur and boundless energy. He hadn’t woken me, just peered at me with those big, blue eyes before somehow – impossibly – merging with me.
I awoke as him.
My human form was gone, replaced by Roger’s familiar silhouette. The soft, white cotton-ball tail wagged against the sheets as my eyes, now huge and blue, fluttered shut. My voice, a high-pitched stutter, was unmistakably his. My hands were his – four-fingered, yellow-gloved marvels. Even my reflection in the mirror confirmed the transformation: the 2D animation style, the three-toed feet, the buck-tooth, the trademark black eyebrows, the twitching nose… everything was perfectly, hilariously Roger. Even my personality; his hyperactive, childlike charm intertwined with my own inherent kindness and talkativeness.
The change felt…right. It was exhilarating, terrifying, and utterly surreal.
The morning sun streamed into my room. With a stretch that would have made any cartoon character proud, I pulled out my spellbook – a rather unexpected accessory for a Montana resident – and using the “Toon to Human” spell, I began to shift back. It was a slow process, the transformation less dramatic this time, but the feeling was the same: fantastically bizarre. I ended up in a compromise: my human form with Roger’s ears, tail, and a hint of red in my hair, plus his overalls, as a happy accident. I slipped on a cloak to hide the most outlandish features before venturing out.
The fresh Montana air did little to quell the adrenaline still thrumming in my veins. Then I saw him – Jon, a seven-year-old boy with sunny blonde hair and bright green eyes, being bullied by a surly teenager named Azarel.
My attempt to intervene ended with me on the ground. But the moment Azarel laid a hand on Jon, something snapped. My eyes blazed blue, Roger’s voice erupted, and the transformation was complete, instantaneous this time. A furious Roger Rabbit stood before the bully.
The ensuing chase was a blur of cartoon mayhem. I, as Roger, gave Azarel the fright of his life – a series of expertly aimed kicks sent the bully fleeing. Another flash of magic from my spellbook, and I was Rose again, slightly breathless but immensely satisfied.
Jon, wide-eyed, looked at me with newfound awe. He had no family, nowhere to go. Without a second thought, I took him in.
That evening, I sat with Jon, cradling him in my arms. The memory of Roger’s energy still buzzed within me. Then, I began to sing. The melody of “I’ll Stand by You” seemed to echo the newfound resolve in my heart: a pledge not only to Jon, but to the unexpected, whimsical adventure that my life had become. My life, as a girl from Montana who sometimes spent her days as Roger Rabbit.
