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, with his sandy blonde hair and deep brown eyes, was sprawled on the floor, engrossed in a video game. Izzy, my ten-year-old daughter, a wisp of a girl with baby blonde hair and captivating blue eyes, was perched on the window seat, gazing out at the rolling hills. I, Rose Wentworth, twenty-one and far too young to be a mother, felt a familiar wave of exhaustion and love wash over me.
Suddenly, a warm aura enveloped Izzy, and a strange tingling sensation ran up my spine. I glanced down and my shadow… it wasn’t mine. A familiar, cartoonish shadow, long-eared and slightly lopsided, replaced my own on the floor. Roger Rabbit.
Then, with a pop, the magical book Izzy had been idly leafing through – an antique I’d found at a dusty antique shop – spouted him forth. Roger, ever the charming rogue, landed gracefully before me, a twinkle in his eye. “Let’s surprise your kids, okay?” he chirped.
Before I could even process his words, he bounced into me, a whirlwind of energy and cartoon physics. A delighted giggle escaped my lips as a strange, wonderful feeling surged through me. I looked down and saw it – a fluffy, white cotton-ball tail wagging behind me. My light brown eyes shimmered and turned a vibrant blue. My hands… they were yellow, four-fingered gloves, each with a thumb and three dainty fingers.
My reflection showed me, slowly shifting, transforming. My body, my face, contorting into a classic hand-drawn animation style, a 2D Roger Rabbit slowly replacing the 3D Rose Wentworth. My feet flattened, gained three stubby toes, and the soles turned pink with three dark pink circles. My voice, when I spoke, was high-pitched, stuttery, undeniably Roger’s. “Gee, this will be swell,” I squeaked, the words tumbling out in his signature style.
The transformation was swift and surreal. Rabbit ears, white with pink interiors and fluffy tufts, sprouted from my head. A single buck-tooth poked out from my mouth, causing a brief, surprisingly painless yelp. Roger Rabbit’s signature black eyebrows appeared above my eyes, twitching with a life of their own. My nose became a pink triangle with a white highlight and three whiskers on each side. My body slimmed, my legs shortening, my arms becoming slender and furry. My hourglass figure vanished, replaced by Roger’s lean, male frame. My blonde hair turned a vibrant red-orange, slightly unruly, just like his.
I was Roger Rabbit. Completely. And yet, I was still Rose, my memories of Michael and Izzy, of being their mother, intact and precious. The silver cross necklace remained, a reminder of my former self, nestled against my furry chest. My height shrunk to three feet, and the hyperactive, childlike energy of Roger flowed through me, merging seamlessly with my own intelligent, chatty nature.
I found myself in my red overalls, the yellow polka-dotted blue bow tie freshly tied, standing before my children’s bedroom door. I opened it, catching Izzy mid-fall, my new rabbit instincts kicking in. “Michael? Izzy? I’m still your mom, my dear,” I said, the words a mix of Roger’s playful tone and Rose’s unwavering love.
Michael, stunned but clearly recognizing me, simply nodded. I stumbled awkwardly, causing a small pile of clothes to tumble over me, concealing me. Izzy rushed to my side, hugging me. The feeling of her embrace, of her love, washed over me, warm and familiar.
I scooped her into my arms, nuzzling her nose with mine. Michael followed, joining our hug, his face a mix of awe and unwavering love. He saw me, not as Roger Rabbit, but as his mother.
We spent the rest of the summer afternoon cuddled together on my bed, my cotton-ball tail wagging contentedly. Looking at my children, my little ones, I felt a surge of pure, unadulterated joy, a joy that transcended form and species. My adventure, unexpectedly, had become the most beautiful story of all.
