Animated Awakening as Lori Loud
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### Transformation: Becoming Lori L. Loud
You blinked, once. Twice. Then, the room around you started to spin. The once-familiar landscape of your bedroom seemed to blur and stretch, growing curves and corners that weren't there before. You rubbed your eyes, wondering if perhaps you're about to wake up from a weird dream. But when you opened them again, your surroundings had completely transformed. The vibrant hues and cartoonish aesthetics of the Loud House from the animated series surrounded you.
"What the heck is going on?" you muttered, clutching your forehead. But even the sound of your own voice seemed off—higher pitched, softer. Almost like...
No, it's just in your head. Your foot caught on the laces of your shoes, and you stumbled, catching yourself against the wall. But the feel of it, even the textures beneath your fingertips, all screamed a new, animated reality.
"Ugh! Seriously? Who painted the walls like this?" you heard yourself say in a voice that wasn't quite yours—more commanding, yet with a teenage edge to it. "I love blue, but come on."
Wait, blue? Suddenly, you noticed the light blue tank top covering your torso, the brown cargo shorts hugging your hips, and the blue-gray slip-on shoes. This wasn't just any outfit. It was Lori Loud's outfit. And your body, too—the curves, the slender arms, the long blonde hair brushing against your shoulders, it all belonged to Lori Loud.
"No, no, no. This can't be—"
It's then that you felt it—a magnetic pull in your mind, as if your memories were being overwritten. You held your head in both hands, trying to resist the surge of unfamiliar thoughts.
"Ugh, Bobby hasn't texted me today. Don't tell me he's mad at me again," you heard yourself say, though you couldn't fathom who you'd refer to as Bobby.
Panic twinged at the edges of your consciousness. You tried to focus. This isn't real. You have memories. You have a past. You were...someone else. Someone not Lori Loud. But the more you thought about your previous life, the more it felt like recalling a distant, fading dream.
A door creaked open, and you saw a familiar face peeking inside—Lincoln Loud, his white hair sticking up in all places. "Lori, you okay? You look kinda...weird."
You tried to form words, to say something that would make sense of this, but instead you shouted, "Lincoln! Out of my room, now!"
Your vocal cords betrayed you in the voice of an annoyed teenage girl—Lori's voice.
Lincoln sighed, rolling his eyes. "Alright, alright. Sheesh, someone's moody today."
You slumped down on a chair—the walls, the furniture, even the mirror with those familiar light blue eyeshadow stares—it was all Lori Loud's room. And your mind and body were betraying you at every turn.
"Okay, deep breaths. Just relax," you told yourself. But even your internal monologue was starting to sound more like Lori's thoughts than your own. "I don't have time for this. I'm supposed to help Leni pick out an outfit later."
Wait, who was Leni? More importantly, why did you remember her so clearly as your sister? Your focus ebbed around memories of playing golf, chatting with Bobby, scolding your siblings for touching your things. It felt more real, more 'you,' than anything else.
Time passed, though you weren't sure how much. Each passing minute blurred your sense of self even more. Reading through a thick textbook from Fairway University, you found you could actually understand and follow your classwork—suddenly, this life didn't just seem plausible. It seemed real.
"Lori?" a voice called, making you look up. Leni stood at the door, her bright eyes hopeful. "Could you help me choose between the pink dress or the blue one for my date?"
A flicker of hesitation hit, then faded. "Sure, Leni. But you know, the blue one really brings out your eyes."
As if on cue, Leni beamed, rushing over to show off her outfit options. Your resistance crumbled, not because you gave up, but because who you were no longer made sense. Memories of a former, vague male self dissipated like fog on a sunny morning. It might have been real once, but now...was just a weird daydream.
You examined the clothes critically, feeling nothing but sisterly affection. This was your reality—your life. You were Lori Loud, always had been. There was no room for strange musings of past lives when your temperamental yet loving family needed you. And besides, there was golf practice to consider, dates to plan with Bobby, and siblings who needed your peculiar blend of bossy love.
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 a POV transformation story of the 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: ### Transformation: Becoming Lori L. Loud You blinked, once. Twice. Then, the room around you started to spin. The once-familiar landscape of your bedroom seemed to blur and stretch, growing curves and corners that weren't there before. You rubbed your eyes, wondering if perhaps you're about to wake up from a weird dream. But when you opened them again, your surroundings had completely transformed. The vibrant hues and cartoonish aesthetics of the Loud House from the animated series surrounded you. "What the heck is going on?" you muttered, clutching your forehead. But even the sound of your own voice seemed off—higher pitched, softer. Almost like... No, it's just in your head. Your foot caught on the laces of your shoes, and you stumbled, catching yourself against the wall. But the feel of it, even the textures beneath your fingertips, all screamed a new, animated reality. "Ugh! Seriously? Who painted the walls like this?" you heard yourself say in a voice that wasn't quite yours—more commanding, yet with a teenage edge to it. "I love blue, but come on." Wait, blue? Suddenly, you noticed the light blue tank top covering your torso, the brown cargo shorts hugging your hips, and the blue-gray slip-on shoes. This wasn't just any outfit. It was Lori Loud's outfit. And your body, too—the curves, the slender arms, the long blonde hair brushing against your shoulders, it all belonged to Lori Loud. "No, no, no. This can't be—" It's then that you felt it—a magnetic pull in your mind, as if your memories were being overwritten. You held your head in both hands, trying to resist the surge of unfamiliar thoughts. "Ugh, Bobby hasn't texted me today. Don't tell me he's mad at me again," you heard yourself say, though you couldn't fathom who you'd refer to as Bobby. Panic twinged at the edges of your consciousness. You tried to focus. This isn't real. You have memories. You have a past. You were...someone else. Someone not Lori Loud. But the more you thought about your previous life, the more it felt like recalling a distant, fading dream. A door creaked open, and you saw a familiar face peeking inside—Lincoln Loud, his white hair sticking up in all places. "Lori, you okay? You look kinda...weird." You tried to form words, to say something that would make sense of this, but instead you shouted, "Lincoln! Out of my room, now!" Your vocal cords betrayed you in the voice of an annoyed teenage girl—Lori's voice. Lincoln sighed, rolling his eyes. "Alright, alright. Sheesh, someone's moody today." You slumped down on a chair—the walls, the furniture, even the mirror with those familiar light blue eyeshadow stares—it was all Lori Loud's room. And your mind and body were betraying you at every turn. "Okay, deep breaths. Just relax," you told yourself. But even your internal monologue was starting to sound more like Lori's thoughts than your own. "I don't have time for this. I'm supposed to help Leni pick out an outfit later." Wait, who was Leni? More importantly, why did you remember her so clearly as your sister? Your focus ebbed around memories of playing golf, chatting with Bobby, scolding your siblings for touching your things. It felt more real, more 'you,' than anything else. Time passed, though you weren't sure how much. Each passing minute blurred your sense of self even more. Reading through a thick textbook from Fairway University, you found you could actually understand and follow your classwork—suddenly, this life didn't just seem plausible. It seemed real. "Lori?" a voice called, making you look up. Leni stood at the door, her bright eyes hopeful. "Could you help me choose between the pink dress or the blue one for my date?" A flicker of hesitation hit, then faded. "Sure, Leni. But you know, the blue one really brings out your eyes." As if on cue, Leni beamed, rushing over to show off her outfit options. Your resistance crumbled, not because you gave up, but because who you were no longer made sense. Memories of a former, vague male self dissipated like fog on a sunny morning. It might have been real once, but now...was just a weird daydream. You examined the clothes critically, feeling nothing but sisterly affection. This was your reality—your life. You were Lori Loud, always had been. There was no room for strange musings of past lives when your temperamental yet loving family needed you. And besides, there was golf practice to consider, dates to plan with Bobby, and siblings who needed your peculiar blend of bossy love.
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