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. My twelve-year-old son, Michael, sandy blonde hair a halo around his brown eyes, and my ten-year-old daughter, Izzy, a cherubic cloud of baby blonde hair and bright blue eyes, were wrestling playfully on the rug. At 21, with my own bright blonde hair and light brown eyes, I felt a familiar pang of protective love – and a twinge of the chaos only two energetic kids could create.
Then, it happened. A warm aura, almost tangible, enveloped me as I watched Izzy. My shadow on the floor…shifted. It became Roger Rabbit’s shadow. A gasp escaped my lips as a well-worn copy of “Who Framed Roger Rabbit?” – my favorite film – shimmered and spat Roger himself onto my living room floor.
“Let’s surprise your kids, okay?” he chirped, his usual brand of manic energy radiating from him. Before I could even properly process his appearance, he leaped into me, a burst of cartoon energy that left me giggling.
The world dissolved into a dizzying kaleidoscope of color and sensation. I looked down to see a fluffy white cotton-ball tail wagging furiously behind me. My light brown eyes had turned a startling blue. My hands were…different, larger, four-fingered, yellow-gloved, and undeniably cartoonish. Then came the voice, a high-pitched, stuttering echo of Charles Fleischer’s iconic performance: “Gee, this will be swell.”
My feet flattened, transforming into three-toed marvels with pink soles and dark pink circles. I felt myself growing smaller, my figure contorting. Rabbit ears, white with pink insides, sprouted from my head. A single buck-tooth poked out from my newly formed rabbit mouth – ow! – before settling into place. Roger Rabbit’s signature black eyebrows appeared above my now-enlarged eyes. My nose became a pink triangle, adorned with three whiskers on each side. My blonde hair became a red-orange mop, slightly unruly.
My body shifted, my hourglass figure melting into Roger Rabbit’s slender, male frame. My waist vanished, my breasts flattened beneath a coat of 2D white fur. A startling, yet strangely comfortable, shift in my anatomy completed the transformation. I was Roger Rabbit. I was…me, but utterly, hilariously different. My silver cross necklace remained, a curious juxtaposition to my new form.
Standing at a mere three feet tall, I was overwhelmed by the hyperactive, funny, slightly dim-witted personality of Roger, now fused with my own intelligence and talkative nature. I still remembered my kids, Michael and Izzy, and being their mother. That part of me was safe.
I practiced a few hops in the mirror, giggling at my reflection. Then, wearing a borrowed red overall and my best attempt at a jaunty yellow polka-dotted bow tie, I tiptoed to my kids’ room.
“Michael? Izzy? I’m…still your mom, my dear,” I squeaked, my voice echoing Roger’s familiar cadence.
Michael stared, his jaw slack, then nodded slowly. Izzy, ever more trusting, rushed towards me, her hug a warm wave of love and acceptance. I scooped her up, nuzzling my new rabbit nose against hers. Michael joined the hug, his arms squeezing me tight. He saw me, no matter the form, as his mom.
That summer, we spent countless hours cuddled together on my bed. I, Roger Rabbit-Rose, looked up at my “little ones,” my cotton-ball tail thumping with happiness. The adventure, though unexpected, was one I wouldn’t trade for anything. The love between a mother and her children… transcended even the most fantastic of transformations.
