Tale of Transformation: Loud House's Magic as Lori Loud
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You open the pages of the manga you recently bought, the subtle crackling of the spine resonant in your otherwise quiet room. You’ve always been a fan of stories that transport you to different worlds; it’s why you love reading. Absorbed, you barely notice the subtle transformation beginning around you.
Your first sensation is one of lightness, as if gravity has decided to take a quick coffee break. You look down and see your feet shrinking, your skin softening, and your muscles reorganizing themselves by some arcane decree. Panic claws at the edges of your mind, but before you can react, your reflection in the mirror catches your eye.
The face staring back at you isn’t yours. It’s Lori Loud’s. But it’s a face undeniably familiar from the animated series, only now it’s your own. You clutch at your chest, half-expecting to find your old shape and identity, but instead, your hands meet the contours of Lori's form, the light blue tank top, brown cargo shorts, blue-gray slip-on shoes.
“What’s happening to me?” you mutter, your voice now higher pitched, unmistakably female. The panic begins to intensify, but you fight to keep your sense of self.
Your phone buzzes in your pocket. Reflexively, you reach for it. It's a message from Bobby. Your heart flutters, an unfamiliar giddiness mixing with your fear.
_Be there in 10 mins, babe. Can’t wait to see you!_
_No, no, no! This isn’t real!_
The world around you flickers, as if reality itself is readjusting its parameters. The room morphs, objects and furniture rearranging into a different configuration you've only ever seen on TV. Photos of the Loud family decorate the walls, and the unmistakable clutter of living with ten other siblings fills the space.
“Lori! Dinner’s ready!” calls a voice from downstairs. It’s Rita Loud, and your body responds with a flinch of recognition.
You stumble out of your room—a room that is not yours, but Lori’s. The hallway is bustling with your—no, Lori’s—siblings, each engaged in their usual antics. You can somehow remember their names and quirks with a clarity that terrifies you.
_Lincoln_ rushes past, clutching his comic book. “Whoa, you okay, Lori?” he asks, his eyes filled with genuine concern.
“Yeah, Lincoln, just... tired,” you say automatically, your mind screaming in protest even as the response feels natural.
The smells from the kitchen—home-cooked meals, a blend of familiar and comforting—pull you downstairs. The table’s filled with a pandemonium of voices, complaints about school assignments mingling with excited chatter about the latest family project. You fit right in, instinctively finding your seat.
At dinner, the boundaries between your old self and Lori continue to blur. Memories of hanging out with Bobby at Gus's Games and Grub, of having fights with Leni over clothes, and shared moments with your many siblings flood your mind. They’re overpowering, remaking you from the inside out. Your attempts to anchor yourself to your past are met with increasing resistance from this new reality.
“Hey, Lori, pass the potatoes?” Leni asks absentmindedly, eyes still glued to a fashion magazine. You begrudgingly comply, suppressing an urge to snap at her for not being more attentive.
“I swear, if someone forgets their laundry in the washing machine again, I’m going to lose it!” you declare, realizing too late how Lori's characteristic bossiness has taken over.
Luan snickers. “Oh, calm down, sis. You sound like an old grump!” She slides a joke your way, eliciting laughter from everyone at the table. Your old self would’ve been mortified, but now you chuckle along, too.
“You’re all impossible!” you grumble, but the warmth you feel from being among your loved ones mitigates your irritation.
After dinner, you retreat to Lori’s room, locking the door behind you with a practiced ease. You face your reflection in the mirror again. Lori Loud.
"I'm Lori Loud," you say, testing the name, and it feels right. It feels more than right—it feels like the truth. A small sob escapes your lips as the last vestiges of your previous identity evaporate. The memories of your past life are now nothing but a strange, fading dream.
You sit on the bed, clutching Lori's cell phone. Bobby’s messages bring a smile to your face. Yes, you were Lori Loud, and you’ve always been.
A tear rolls down your cheek, and you wipe it away with resolve. That old reality wasn’t real, you realize that now. This—your family, your friends, Bobby—this is real.
You fall asleep that night, fully and truly Lori L. Loud, every trace of the man you once were erased.
This story was generated by user JesterImp with assistance by one of OpenAI’s large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.
Images were generated with OpenAI's AI system, DALL·E 2, or uploaded by the user.
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Prompt: Write the POV transformation story of an adult male human reader turning into Lori L. Loud from the Loud House animated series, complete with gender change (the reader becoming female), clothes change, age change (age regression if the reader is older than Lori herself), height change, reality change (the reader's real world becoming the world of Loud House), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories being completely replaced with Lori's personality and memories, despite the reader's best efforts on fighting them off, making her completely forget her past male self, which she realized was never real to begin with and was instead only a strange daydream, and she only remembers that she was and always had been a girl named Lori Loud (which is her true self)). For Lori Loud's appearance (after the reader turned into her), she is a 17 or 18 year old girl who is the tallest among all her siblings (around 6 feet in height). She has large blonde hair (a genetic trait she shares with her mother, even though Lori's hair is slightly longer). She wears a light blue tank top (which was later revealed to be the top of her mother's old girdle shirt), brown cargo shorts, blue-gray slip-on shoes, and light blue eyeshadow. For Lori's personality, she is bossy and she has a bad temper. As such, Lori tends to come off as somewhat rude and condescending towards those not familiar with her; but, aside from that, she is friendly and kind. By Season 3, Lori's bad temper seems to have gone down but occasionally, she still gets moody. She does not like the others touching her possessions, especially her cell phone, which seems to be her most valuable object. The reason for this is that she does not want to waste her phone memory for messages other than the ones from Bobby. She is also very territorial as she loudly yells at anyone who goes into her room without permission before kicking them out. She is also shown to be protective, as she locks her room with a key and electronic keypad lock. In some occasions she acts without thinking and commits malicious actions against the others for her own selfish benefits, such as trying to stop Leni from learning to drive so that she can remain the only Loud kid with a license, but since her love for her family always comes before any petty problem, she has a caring heart underneath a rough exterior, and she will always try to fix her mistakes. Deep down, Lori is insecure; it is shown that while she gets annoyed and easily agitated by a lot of people, she feels lonely without the people she loves and cares about (such as Bobby and her family) and her worst fear is in fact, losing their approval. Some examples include being lonely when sleeping in the garage away from her siblings and bursting out crying after being dumped by Bobby. Lori, much like her father and paternal grandfather, is very emotional and cries easily. She will often cry if she is lonely or has simply had a bad day. She also appears to have inherited Lynn Sr.'s clumsiness along with Leni and Lincoln. Despite being insecure, Lori is very reliable and a good leader. Before she left for college, she was the only one who could competently take charge without chaos ensuing. Even when Leni is left in charge, she will call Lori if she requires assistance. Lori also has an interest in golf and is a very skilled player, though nervousness can impede her ability to play golf. Part of the reason she attended Fairway University was because of their emphasis on golf. Despite this, she is not very interested in other sports. Like Leni, Lori has an interest in fashion, though unlike Leni, she doesn't make clothes. Leni often turns to Lori for fashion advice; and, when Lori and Leni roomed together, they would often borrow one another's clothes without permission, causing many squabbles between the two. Lori is a romantic; she plans very elaborate dates with Bobby and talks very affectionately towards him. She also enjoys giving her siblings love advice and watching romance shows such as The Dream Boat. If she suspects that one of her siblings has a crush, she will get very excited. She seems to also have an interest in nutrition. Her siblings complain about her going on "health kicks", which seem to be mainly focused on food; and, she enthuses about her bean chips being low-calorie and high-fiber. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking. Also, it is a POV reader story, so it should not be in an author's point of view (my, I, mine, etc), and it should be from the point of view of the reader (you, your, etc).
Response: You open the pages of the manga you recently bought, the subtle crackling of the spine resonant in your otherwise quiet room. You’ve always been a fan of stories that transport you to different worlds; it’s why you love reading. Absorbed, you barely notice the subtle transformation beginning around you. Your first sensation is one of lightness, as if gravity has decided to take a quick coffee break. You look down and see your feet shrinking, your skin softening, and your muscles reorganizing themselves by some arcane decree. Panic claws at the edges of your mind, but before you can react, your reflection in the mirror catches your eye. The face staring back at you isn’t yours. It’s Lori Loud’s. But it’s a face undeniably familiar from the animated series, only now it’s your own. You clutch at your chest, half-expecting to find your old shape and identity, but instead, your hands meet the contours of Lori's form, the light blue tank top, brown cargo shorts, blue-gray slip-on shoes. “What’s happening to me?” you mutter, your voice now higher pitched, unmistakably female. The panic begins to intensify, but you fight to keep your sense of self. Your phone buzzes in your pocket. Reflexively, you reach for it. It's a message from Bobby. Your heart flutters, an unfamiliar giddiness mixing with your fear. _Be there in 10 mins, babe. Can’t wait to see you!_ _No, no, no! This isn’t real!_ The world around you flickers, as if reality itself is readjusting its parameters. The room morphs, objects and furniture rearranging into a different configuration you've only ever seen on TV. Photos of the Loud family decorate the walls, and the unmistakable clutter of living with ten other siblings fills the space. “Lori! Dinner’s ready!” calls a voice from downstairs. It’s Rita Loud, and your body responds with a flinch of recognition. You stumble out of your room—a room that is not yours, but Lori’s. The hallway is bustling with your—no, Lori’s—siblings, each engaged in their usual antics. You can somehow remember their names and quirks with a clarity that terrifies you. _Lincoln_ rushes past, clutching his comic book. “Whoa, you okay, Lori?” he asks, his eyes filled with genuine concern. “Yeah, Lincoln, just... tired,” you say automatically, your mind screaming in protest even as the response feels natural. The smells from the kitchen—home-cooked meals, a blend of familiar and comforting—pull you downstairs. The table’s filled with a pandemonium of voices, complaints about school assignments mingling with excited chatter about the latest family project. You fit right in, instinctively finding your seat. At dinner, the boundaries between your old self and Lori continue to blur. Memories of hanging out with Bobby at Gus's Games and Grub, of having fights with Leni over clothes, and shared moments with your many siblings flood your mind. They’re overpowering, remaking you from the inside out. Your attempts to anchor yourself to your past are met with increasing resistance from this new reality. “Hey, Lori, pass the potatoes?” Leni asks absentmindedly, eyes still glued to a fashion magazine. You begrudgingly comply, suppressing an urge to snap at her for not being more attentive. “I swear, if someone forgets their laundry in the washing machine again, I’m going to lose it!” you declare, realizing too late how Lori's characteristic bossiness has taken over. Luan snickers. “Oh, calm down, sis. You sound like an old grump!” She slides a joke your way, eliciting laughter from everyone at the table. Your old self would’ve been mortified, but now you chuckle along, too. “You’re all impossible!” you grumble, but the warmth you feel from being among your loved ones mitigates your irritation. After dinner, you retreat to Lori’s room, locking the door behind you with a practiced ease. You face your reflection in the mirror again. Lori Loud. "I'm Lori Loud," you say, testing the name, and it feels right. It feels more than right—it feels like the truth. A small sob escapes your lips as the last vestiges of your previous identity evaporate. The memories of your past life are now nothing but a strange, fading dream. You sit on the bed, clutching Lori's cell phone. Bobby’s messages bring a smile to your face. Yes, you were Lori Loud, and you’ve always been. A tear rolls down your cheek, and you wipe it away with resolve. That old reality wasn’t real, you realize that now. This—your family, your friends, Bobby—this is real. You fall asleep that night, fully and truly Lori L. Loud, every trace of the man you once were erased.
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