I was taking care of my 12-year-old son, Michael
I was taking care of my 12-year-old son, Michael Wentworth with sandy blonde hair and brown eyes (standing at 4 feet by 7 inches tall) and 10-year-old, Izzy Wentworth with baby blonde hair and blue eyes (standing at 4 feet by 6 inches tall), my daughter, living in the countryside of Montana, USA in the human world.
My name is Rose Wentworth, a 21 years old young human woman with bright blonde hair and light brown eyes, standing at 5 feet by 5 inches tall 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 and Izzy stay with me.
I felt a warm aura around me while Michael and Izzy were here.
My shadow was replaced with Regina Rabbit’s Shadow on the floor below her.
I feel a tingling feeling and I looked down behind me and saw a white cotton-ball tail grew out of my tailbone and touching the tail, wagging my white cotton-ball tail.
My appearance shift to a traditional hand drawn animation look just like in Who framed Roger Rabbit.
I stumbled on the floor as Regina Rabbit’s spirit appears out of nowhere, looking at me and my kids, softly and happily, “This would be fun to be a mother to these two kids”, then jumps inside me, completely possessing me from the inside with glowing eyes just like my glowing eyes, while I clutches my head, hiding my eyes with my hands, while my kids stepped forward, worrying about me with my back to them, as i spoke in a voice that is completely Regina Rabbit’s with sweetness, high-pitched, soft-spoken and girly, “p-b-b-b-b-bleeeease!!”.
I turning around to face Michael and Izzy, smiling just like Regina Rabbit.
I put my hands morphs into Regina Rabbit’s four fingered toon hands, a bit bigger than before with yellow gloves covering them.
My feet grew bigger and then flattened into three toed feet with pink colored soles with three toes and three dark pink circles on the pink soles of my feet.
white rounded tipped Rabbit ears with white fur tufts and pink insides slowly push from my head, replacing my human ears, with Izzy scratches one of my rabbit ears, while I sticks my tongue out a bit with a single buck-tooth pushes out on the left side of my mouth as I sat down on the floor like Regina Rabbit, as my color irises shift in color from light brown to blue with the same sparkle of innocence sparking in them that Michael and Izzy knows all too well with Regina Rabbit’s trademark black eyebrows appears above my enlarged eyes like Regina 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 Regina Rabbit’s young female legs.
My arms changes into Regina Rabbit’s slend arms with white fur tufts on the elbows.
More 2D white fur grew on my torso.
My hourglass figure changes into Regina Rabbit’s slender female toon rabbit body shape.
My body shifted into Regina Rabbit’s female toon rabbit body.
My waist became a female toon rabbit’s waist.
My breasts remains the same size breasts as before with female toon rabbit hips, which I touched my breasts and slid my hands down on my curves.
I feel a shift in my crotch with a female toon rabbit parts, turning me a female toon rabbit named Regina Rabbit.
My hair changed color from bright blonde to red-orange stops mid way down my back.
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 Regina Rabbit’s with white fur tufts on the sides.
My height decreased to the height of 4 feet by 9 inches tall.
The hyperactive, funny, a bit childlike personality of Regina Rabbit with my friendly, high intelligence and talkative nature merge together filled my mind completely merging my own memories of being Rose Wentworth permanently, including my adopted kids, Michael and Izzy.
My silver necklace with a cross in the middle of the necklace still around my neck even as Regina Rabbit, which I touched my four-fingered yellow gloved hands.
I looked at Michael and Izzy, saying, sounds like Regina Rabbit, a sweet, high-pitched, soft-spoken and girly,” Michael? Izzy”.
Michael and Izzy steps forward, a bit, in surprise and nodding in confirmation.
I touching my rabbit ears while walking like Regina Rabbit.
Michael and Izzy cuddles me.
Michael and Izzy saw me as a mother figure, no matter what I look like.
Izzy hugs me, feeling happiness bubbling in my chest.
Michael and Izzy hugging me while I hugged them back.
We stay inside of our house while laying on the top of my bedroom, while I looked up at Michael and Izzy with happy teary-eyed and a soft smile with my hair pulled up into a tight bun, while hugging my kids, calling them, my little ones, taking them to their bedroom and tucked them in while I tucked myself in my own bed, falling asleep, wearing a blue nightgown with matching Pajamas bottoms.
The next morning, I woke up and still as Regina Rabbit, and then Regina Rabbit took control of me, putting on a dark blue undershirt, then 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.
The end.
The Montana sun streamed through the kitchen window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. I, Rose Wentworth, twenty-one, felt a warmth, an unusual contentment, as I watched my children—twelve-year-old Michael, with his sandy blonde hair and inquisitive brown eyes, and ten-year-old Izzy, a wisp of a girl with baby blonde hair and bright blue eyes—happily building a Lego castle. It was a perfect morning in our cozy farmhouse, the epitome of idyllic countryside life.
Then, the change began. A tingling sensation, almost electric, shot through me. I glanced down to see a fluffy white cotton-ball tail sprouting from my tailbone, twitching independently. My shadow on the floor…it wasn’t mine. It was a perfect replica of Regina Rabbit’s.
Panic seized me. I stumbled, a gasp escaping my lips, as Regina Rabbit herself seemed to materialize beside me, a shimmering, almost translucent figure. Her voice, sweet and high-pitched, filled my ears, “This would be fun… to be a mother to these two…” Before I could react, she surged into me, a wave of warmth and light engulfing me. My head spun, my vision blurred, a single, panicked squeak, “P-b-b-b-bleeeease!!” escaped my lips – a voice utterly foreign, yet undeniably Regina Rabbit’s.
The transformation was swift and surreal. My hands morphed into Regina Rabbit’s four-fingered, yellow-gloved paws. My feet flattened, becoming three-toed with pink soles. White rabbit ears, impossibly soft, pushed through my hair. A single, prominent buck-tooth jutted from my mouth. My light brown eyes deepened to Regina Rabbit’s signature sparkling blue, framed by her trademark black eyebrows. My blonde hair became a vibrant red-orange. My body…my entire body…reshaped itself, becoming slender and curvy, undeniably rabbit-like.
My height shrunk to 4 feet 9 inches. My figure shifted, breasts remaining the same but now atop a toon-like torso, my hips becoming distinctly feminine rabbit hips. White fur covered my arms and legs. My face rounded into a rabbit muzzle, my cheeks puffing out adorably. The personality shift was equally profound. Regina Rabbit’s hyperactive energy and childlike charm melded seamlessly with my own intelligence and friendly nature.
I looked at Michael and Izzy, a sweet, high-pitched, “Michael? Izzy?” slipped from my lips. They stared, wide-eyed, but the worry in their faces quickly dissolved into something akin to…acceptance?
The mystery wasn’t just the transformation. It was the utter lack of fear in my children’s eyes. They seemed to understand, to accept this bizarre reality without question. They cuddled me, hugged me, their love unwavering, as if I was still their mother, only…different.
The next morning, I awoke fully as Regina Rabbit. My own memories—of Rose, of Michael, of Izzy—were intact, coexisting with the new reality. I dressed myself in a red pair of overalls, and a polka dot bowtie and my silver necklace with a cross remained. The mystery was unresolved, but the strange new normal had settled in. My children, my little ones, didn’t seem to mind. We were a family, and in that, there was a peculiar kind of peace. The mystery of how it happened remained, but the why…that was somehow less important than the love we shared.
