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, “let’s us surprise your kids, okay?”, I agreed to the plan, Roger Rabbit then jumps into me, making me smile just like Roger Rabbit, just like our plan to surprise my kids.
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, 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, “Gee, this will be swell.”.
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 acting like Roger Rabbit.
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 I yelp in surprise.
I touching my new buck-tooth with my pointer finger after the pain was gone.
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 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.
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 kids, staring at me, in shock, “Michael? Izzy? I’m still your mom, my dear.”
Michael steps forward, a bit, in surprise and nodding in confirmation.
I tumbling into some clothes which covered me completely, rubbing my left cheek with my left four-fingered yellow gloved hand, awkwardly.
Izzy hugs me, feeling happiness bubbling in my chest, still seeing me as a mother.
I scooped Izzy up in my arms and nuzzles her nose with mine.
Michael cuddles me.
Michael saw me as a mother, 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 air. Twelve-year-old Michael, with his sandy blonde hair and bright brown eyes, was sprawled on the floor, engrossed in a graphic novel. Ten-year-old Izzy, a wisp of a girl with baby blonde hair and captivating blue eyes, was attempting, with limited success, to teach the family dog, a lumbering Saint Bernard named Barnaby, a new trick. I, Rose Wentworth, at twenty-one, felt the familiar tug of motherhood – a warm, comforting aura that always surrounded my children.
Suddenly, a strange chill ran down my spine. My shadow on the floor…it wasn’t mine. It was elongated, cartoonishly exaggerated – the unmistakable silhouette of Roger Rabbit.
Before I could process it, a worn, leather-bound book lay open on the floor, its pages shimmering with an ethereal glow. From within, Roger Rabbit himself popped out, a whirlwind of red-orange fur and boundless energy. “Let’s surprise the kiddos, okay?” he chirped, his voice that familiar, slightly stuttering blend of charm and mischief.
Before I could answer, he launched himself at me. A dizzying sensation enveloped me, a rush of warmth and… something else. Something magical. I giggled, a sound strangely unlike my own, and then… everything changed.
I looked down. A fluffy, white cotton-ball tail wagged behind me. My light brown eyes had shifted to Roger Rabbit’s captivating blue. My hands… four fingers, a thumb, and yellow gloves. Panic threatened, but it was quickly replaced by a strange, exhilarating joy.
Turning, I saw my reflection: I was Roger Rabbit. My voice, when I spoke, was undeniably his – high-pitched, stuttering, irrepressibly cheerful. “Gee, this will be swell,” I squeaked, the words perfectly capturing his unique charm.
My feet, once dainty and human, had flattened into three-toed marvels with pink soles and dark pink circles. My ears had sprouted – long, white, rounded, and tipped with fluffy fur. A single, prominent buck-tooth jutted from my grin. My human form melted away, replaced by Roger’s slender, cartoonish frame, his signature red-orange fur covering my body. My breasts had vanished, my waist was gone, my legs were short and stumpy. My height shrank to a mere three feet.
Yet, somehow, I was still me. My memories, my love for Michael and Izzy, remained intact. The hyperactive, slightly goofy energy of Roger Rabbit merged with my own personality, creating a unique, chaotic blend. Even my silver cross necklace remained.
I found my red overalls, their yellow buttons gleaming, and tied on a jaunty blue bow tie. Then, I crept to Michael and Izzy’s room. They stared, speechless.
“Michael? Izzy? I’m still your mom, my dear,” I said, my voice a perfect Roger Rabbit imitation.
Michael, ever the pragmatist, simply nodded, a slight awe in his eyes. Izzy, however, launched herself at me, wrapping her arms around my furry form.
I scooped her up, nuzzling her nose with mine, the happiness bubbling up within me, a strange and wonderful mix of rabbit and motherly love. Michael joined in, hugging me tight. He didn’t care that I was a cartoon rabbit; he knew, fundamentally, that I was still Mom.
Later, sprawled on my bed, surrounded by my children, my cotton-ball tail thumping a happy rhythm, I felt a contentment I’d never experienced before. The adventure had been unexpected, bizarre, and utterly magical. And as I looked up at my little ones, calling them “my little ones,” I knew this was an adventure we’d all remember forever.
