I was taking care of my 12-year-old human son, Mi
I was taking care of my 12-year-old human son, Michael Wentworth with Sandy blonde hair and brown eyes (4’7″) and 10-year-old, Izzy Wentworth with baby blonde hair and blue eyes (4’6″), my human daughter, living in the countryside of Montana, USA in the human world in a big mansion.
My name is Rose Wentworth, a 21 years old young human woman with bright blonde hair and light brown eyes, (5’5″) and Michael’s and Izzy’s mother.
Roger Rabbit is my favorite cartoon titular character from the 1988 live action animated hybrid film, “Who Framed Roger Rabbit?”.
Michael stay in his shared bedroom with his sister, Izzy.
I felt a warm aura around me while Izzy watching.
My shadow was replaced with Roger Rabbit’s shadow on the floor below me.
I stumbled on the floor as Roger Rabbit jumps out of a magical book, looking at me, softly and happily, then jumps into me.
I looked down behind me and saw a white cotton-ball tail, wagging my white cotton-ball tail as my light brown eyes turns blue as I putting my slightly bigger four-fingered yellow gloved hands with 3 fingers and one thumb on my cheeks, in 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.
I turning around, while smiling softly just like Roger Rabbit saying in a voice “P-b-b-b-b-bleeeease!!!,” which turned into a high-pitched voice of Roger Rabbit with a stutter in it, from the voice actor of Roger Rabbit, Charles Fleischer, which I spoke in, while in Roger’s voice.
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.
I started to crave carrots, which I can’t resist with drool coming out of my mouth at the thought of carrots.
I started to hopped in the kitchen to get carrots, which I started to eating them.
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 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 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 changes into Roger Rabbit’s slender male toon rabbit body shape.
My body shifted into Roger Rabbit’s slender toon rabbit body.
My waist disappeared.
My breasts flatten completely, covered with white fur with no female toon rabbit hips.
I feel a shift in my crotch, turning me a male toon rabbit.
My hair changed color from bright blonde to red-orange grew shorter, stopping at the shoulders, a bit unruly with slightly curly 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 sides.
My height decreased to the height of 3 feet tall, the same height as Roger Rabbit.
The hyperactive, funny, a bit childlike and not very bright at times personality of Roger Rabbit with my friendly, high intelligence and talkative nature melding together filled my mind completely merging my own Memories of being Rose Wentworth permanently, except my kids, Michael and Izzy and being their mother.
My silver necklace with a cross in the middle of the necklace still around my neck as Roger Rabbit, which I keep it on.
I looked at myself in the mirror as Roger Rabbit, but still remembered myself as Rose, touching my rabbit ears with my hands.
Izzy hugs me, feeling happiness bubbling in my chest.
I scooped Izzy up in my arms and nuzzles her nose with mine, “my dear Izzy.”.
I walking up to Michael’s and Izzy’s shared bedroom, wearing a red overalls with 2 yellow buttons on my chest area and other 2 yellow buttons on the back of the overalls with a green patch on the seat area of the overalls, tying the yellow polka dotted blue bowtie around my neck, opening the door while putting Izzy back on her feet, see my son, staring at me, in shock, “Michael? I’m still your mom, my dear.”
Michael steps forward, a bit, in surprise and nodding in confirmation.
I struggle to walk a bit, klutzy, tumbling into some clothes which covered me completely, giggling softly.
Michael cuddles me.
Michael saw me as a mother figure, no matter what I look like.
Michael hugging me while I hugged him back.
We stay inside of our house while laying on the top of my bedroom during the summer, while I looked up at Michael and Izzy with a soft smile, while hugging my kids, calling them, my little ones while my cotton-ball tail wagging with happiness.
The end.
The Montana sun streamed through the tall windows of our sprawling mansion, illuminating dust motes dancing in the golden light. Twelve-year-old Michael, with his sandy blonde hair and serious brown eyes, was engrossed in a book. Ten-year-old Izzy, a wisp of a girl with baby blonde hair and captivating blue eyes, was sketching at the kitchen table. I, Rose Wentworth, twenty-one and their mother, felt a peculiar warmth wash over me as I watched Izzy. My favorite character, Roger Rabbit, was never far from my thoughts.
Then it happened. My shadow on the floor… it shifted. It became Roger Rabbit’s shadow. A gasp escaped my lips as a magical book lay open on the floor, spilling out the animated rabbit himself. He looked at me, soft and happy, before leaping onto me.
I stumbled, landing on the floor, a familiar white cotton-ball tail wagging furiously behind me. My light brown eyes had turned a startling blue. My hands… four-fingered, yellow-gloved hands… were on my cheeks. And from my lips, not my own voice, but Roger Rabbit’s high-pitched, stuttering “P-b-b-b-b-bleeeease!!!”
My body was transforming. A traditional hand-drawn animation style seemed to coat me. My feet flattened and sprouted three toes. An overwhelming craving for carrots flooded my senses, a drool-inducing urgency. I hopped – literally hopped – to the kitchen, gobbling down the orange vegetables with unrestrained glee.
Rabbit ears, white with pink insides, pushed from my scalp. A single buck-tooth popped out on my left side, accompanied by Roger Rabbit’s trademark black eyebrows perched above my enlarged eyes. A pink, triangular nose with a white highlight appeared, sporting three black whiskers on either side. White fur sprouted on my arms and legs, my human form dissolving into Roger’s slender toon rabbit shape. My hourglass figure vanished, replaced by Roger’s lean physique. My breasts flattened, my waist disappeared, and a shift in my crotch completed the transformation. I was male.
My bright blonde hair became shorter, red-orange, and slightly unruly, my face reshaping into a rabbit muzzle. My height shrank to a mere three feet. The hyperactive, slightly dim-witted personality of Roger Rabbit blended with my own, a strange yet surprisingly harmonious fusion. My memories of Rose Wentworth remained, but they were interwoven with Roger’s. My kids… Michael and Izzy… remained my precious children. My silver cross necklace remained, a comforting link to my past.
I looked at my reflection – Roger Rabbit, but still Rose within – touching my new ears. Izzy ran to me, her joy palpable. I scooped her up, nuzzling her nose with mine. “My dear Izzy,” I whispered, my voice Roger’s, yet filled with a mother’s love.
Wearing a red pair of overalls and a yellow polka-dotted blue bow tie, I approached Michael and Izzy’s room. My son stared, stunned. “Michael? I’m still your mom, my dear.”
He nodded, a mixture of shock and acceptance in his eyes. I stumbled, giggling, as I landed in a pile of clothes. Michael rushed to me, his hug comforting, his love unconditional. He saw me, not as Roger Rabbit, but as his mother.
That summer, nestled on my bedroom floor, surrounded by the love of my children, I looked up at Michael and Izzy, my little ones, a contented sigh escaping my lips as my cotton-ball tail thumped happily against the floor. The warmth of family enveloped me, a love transcending even the most extraordinary of transformations. The end.
