Lola Bunny TF TG

Okay, so here I am, Eli, minding my own business, cruisin' 'round the city like a cheery little schoolgirl. Then outta nowhere, on the bench lies a brilliant cerulean, maybe neon blue, dress with two white stripes: one at the waist and the other at the bottom. There's a tag attached to it that reads, "FREE". The dress comes bundled with a pair of white gloves, which something tells me that they look so awfully familiar that there are only four fingers on each hand. Since the whole outfit is free of charge, I thought I'd take it and find a mens' locker room to change. So, without hesitation, I rush in there, leave my cell phone out, take off my clothes and slip into the new ones after removing the tag. I try slipping on the gloves and they somehow fit pretty good, but two of my fingers don't seem to be comfy on one gloved digit. Also, the dress seems extremely tight, but not for long. First of all, after I put my shoes back on, I feel a sudden, itchy sensation on my ears, and the next thing I know, they're becoming very long, furry and floppy, let alone losing one dimension, all light orange with pale, light grayish vermillion lobes. My eyes enlarge greatly and oval-shaped with my pupils changing to black, three eyelashes elongating, my eyebrows thinning out, and an additional dose of pink eyeshadow on my lids. Then my nose shrinks and turns light amaranth and triangular. Also, my lips lose its color, and my two front teeth erupt out, enlarging and melding as a buck tooth. My entire face turns the same color as my ears, save for the bottom half where fur, about the same tone as my skin, sprouts, too, starting from the cheeks expanding wider and all the way down to the crotch. Then, my skull reshapes itself when my new ears move to the very top of my head and get tied together like a ponytail in a band the same color as the dress. During which, my hair slowly turns very pale yellow and morphing into a new hairstyle. My Adam's apple shrinks, turning my voice feminine. More light orange fur start covering all the way to my arms, hands, legs, feet, and back. Two small mounds of flesh push out into bosoms, and my male reproductive system is painfully exchanged for a female's, thus rendering my manhood to flat out retreat into my body, making me an official "she". After the pain leaves, my arms become elegant and lose muscle. My hands suddenly start to feel even more comfortable and dainty when two gloved digits on each hand meld together from inside into one small finger, now a perfect fit. My fat cells start to reassemble into my hips and rear, thus resembling a hourglass shaped body. My legs follow the same phase as my arms as I shrink down by over a foot or so leaving me to fit in the blue gown perfectly. Then my footwear rips right off to leave room for my feet to grow and my toes merge into three on each foot, where fur the same color as my muzzle sprouts on its front and bottom, as well as on my toes. My underpants reform into brilliant cerulean panties rarely seen when, completing my transformation, I feel a sharp pain on my tailbone as a teardrop-shaped tail, light orange on the top and Caucasian on the bottom, pops out of my skirt which oddly leaves a hole to fit my new tail perfectly. During the whole ordeal, I'd kept myself quiet the whole time. It was as if things couldn't get any worse, but they didn't. A full-body mirror was just nearby in this room when I transformed, so the one thing I do is walk over to it, and what do I see? A splitting image of Lola Bunny from "The Looney Tunes Show"! First, I bat my big eyelashes and rub my new bunnified head. Next, I pat my new long ears as if I'm adjusting like Frieda with her naturally curly hair, then I give myself a beep on the nose and I rub my buck teeth as if I got a piece of mushu stuck in there. I lift up one leg revealing four moderate tangelo pads on the bottom of my foot: three on each toe and one on the sole. I turn around and see my new tail wagging like a dog's, feeling soft as cotton candy. Then, as I pick up my old clothes and cell phone in my skirt pocket, I rush out of the mens' room and into the womens' room, because I need a place to talk femininely. I wave my hand crazily, and I utter to my reflection in my new womanly, yet ecstatically voice, "Hi-eee, Lola!". Then after a few seconds, I shockingly gasp and cover my mouth. And that's when it nails me: I'm like, "You're not Lola! You're me...! And I'm Lola!" And that's when it nails me, I rapidly start thinking that being transformed into a 2D traditionally-animated rabbit is one total heck of a blast, and I squeal with overwhelmed euphoria, whatever that means. Still I remember my own family, my home, and other crud like that from before I transformed, but I already knew I had it in me: her bubbly, zany, and hyperactive personality, a love for sports, and I think Dee Dee oughta be my main gal. Or was it pen pal? I thank whoever made these clothes, and suddenly, some weirdo in a funny hat standing outside calls me, "Don't mention it!" after overhearing my thanks. I rush out and there he is: a midget with a magic pointy blue hat and a big ol' moustache. He says he didn't know I liked being turned into a cartoon character, so he offers me some funny gadget with perpetual energy, one that's water-proof and fire-retardant at the same time, not to mention it's free! He says it can turn anybody into any cartoon character from any form of media. I thank the man for this awesome gift and with that, he offers a purse for me to put the gadget and my clothes into. I curiously ask the weirdo if he made these new clothes I'm wearing, and he says "yes", because he also invented this handy cartoon-transformer thingy, 'cause everybody loves cartoons and dreams of being one. And about the clothes, he used some kinda hocus-pocus stuff with a picture of Lola. He also tells me that once you're transformed, even with the device turned off, you remain transformed forever, and that also gives you eternal life, because cartoon characters stay the same age forever. But to change back to normal, you need to turn on the transformer and set the dial to "normal". I shake hands enthusiastically with the man and run right home to enjoy my new bun-bun body for I dunno how long. My parents think I'm wearing a two-dimensional bunny costume, I mean, oh my gosh, like...ahem! But that doesn't matter anyways. Well, that's the story and I'm totally sticking to it, 'cause I've always always always wanted to be a toon in all my doggone life!