You awaken to the constant buzz of your morning alarm, groggily reaching out to silence the noise. Over the years, this routine had become a monotonous ritual—wake up, get dressed, go to work. Today, however, things feel different, inexplicably unusual. Shrugging it off, you head to the bathroom.
Looking in the mirror, expecting to see your familiar reflection, you stop short. Instead of your adult male face, a young teenage girl stares back. Blonde hair cascades down past her shoulders, and blue eyes blink in confusion. You try to speak, but the voice that emerges isn't yours; it's feminine, light, and shocked. "What on Earth?" you whisper, but it's not you speaking, it's Lori Loud.
You stumble back, your heart beating wildly as the world spins around you. The room around you warps, fading out and then snapping back in as a too-familiar environment. The bathtub, the wallpaper, the little details—they all belong to the Loud House.
"This can't be real," you murmur, feeling the softness of your new clothes against your skin. You're wearing a light blue tank top and brown cargo shorts. Slip-on shoes complete the outfit. Everything about this feels wrong, yet disturbingly right at the same time.
Shaking your head, you rush out of the room and crash into someone.
"Watch where you're goin', Lori! I'm not your basketball practice dummy!" The gruff voice belongs to Lynn Loud Jr., one of Lori's siblings. The red jersey and athletic energy are unmistakable. You open your mouth to apologize but find yourself involuntarily rolling your eyes.
"Ugh, Lynn, seriously? Why are you always in the way?" The words come out of their own accord, like they belong here, even while you fight against them.
"I gotta get my gear, okay? Chill out." Lynn's retort is matched with a fierce glare before she strides off. You realize, with a cold knot forming in your gut, that you've acted exactly as Lori would.
Your mind feels like it's splitting as more of Lori's memories start flooding in. The fights, the laughs, the responsibilities—all of them assault your consciousness. "No, no, no," you whisper, trying to hold on to your own identity. But your body doesn't listen, moving you toward Lori's room.
You spot the cell phone on the bed. "Bobby!" the thought shoots through your mind, filled with love and longing. It's Lori's affection for her boyfriend overpowering everything else. You can already feel your grip on your own mind weakening. The phone vibrates, and instinctively you swipe the screen to read a new message.
"Hey babe, can't wait to see u! xoxo Bobby"
You barely catch Lynn in the doorway, raising an eyebrow. "Seriously, Lori? You were yelling at me, and all this time, you just wanted to text Bobby?"
Blushing, you snap back, "Would you just mind your own business for once?" The irritation comes naturally, disgustingly.
With a dramatic sigh, Lynn leaves the room. You collapse on the bed, shaking. "I have to get out of here. This isn't real," you plead to no one in particular, gripping the bed's edges until your knuckles turn white. But the memories, the emotions—they're suffocating. Lori's childhood, her fears, her dreams of becoming an ace golfer—all yours now.
An hour later, you find yourself doing something mundane: brushing your hair in front of the mirror. The action, soothingly repetitive, almost makes you forget your predicament. Almost.
Until there's a knock on the door. "Lori, dinner's ready!" It's Luan this time, her voice bright and cheerful, contrasting your inner turmoil.
You take a deep breath. "Coming!" The sound of her voice—no, your voice—is becoming normal, a terrifying reminder that you're losing yourself. Yet as you head down to dinner, you find comfort in the little things. The chaos of the Loud household, the laughter, the arguments—they all seem to draw you in, making you forget your past life bit by bit.
By dessert, the memories of your old self feel like distant echoes. You reflect on the day, wrestling with a truth you can't deny anymore. "I was and always have been Lori Loud," you tell yourself, the remnants of your former male self feeling more like a strange daydream than reality.
As you head to bed, a sense of peace washes over you. Strangely enough, despite the day's turmoil, you feel... whole. Life as Lori Loud—a girl with a temper, but a big heart—was never something you chose, but now it feels like it fits perfectly. You slip under your bedsheets, texting Bobby goodnight. With a contented sigh, you close your eyes, embracing your true self completely.
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.
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Prompt: Write a 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 awaken to the constant buzz of your morning alarm, groggily reaching out to silence the noise. Over the years, this routine had become a monotonous ritual—wake up, get dressed, go to work. Today, however, things feel different, inexplicably unusual. Shrugging it off, you head to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, expecting to see your familiar reflection, you stop short. Instead of your adult male face, a young teenage girl stares back. Blonde hair cascades down past her shoulders, and blue eyes blink in confusion. You try to speak, but the voice that emerges isn't yours; it's feminine, light, and shocked. "What on Earth?" you whisper, but it's not you speaking, it's Lori Loud. You stumble back, your heart beating wildly as the world spins around you. The room around you warps, fading out and then snapping back in as a too-familiar environment. The bathtub, the wallpaper, the little details—they all belong to the Loud House. "This can't be real," you murmur, feeling the softness of your new clothes against your skin. You're wearing a light blue tank top and brown cargo shorts. Slip-on shoes complete the outfit. Everything about this feels wrong, yet disturbingly right at the same time. Shaking your head, you rush out of the room and crash into someone. "Watch where you're goin', Lori! I'm not your basketball practice dummy!" The gruff voice belongs to Lynn Loud Jr., one of Lori's siblings. The red jersey and athletic energy are unmistakable. You open your mouth to apologize but find yourself involuntarily rolling your eyes. "Ugh, Lynn, seriously? Why are you always in the way?" The words come out of their own accord, like they belong here, even while you fight against them. "I gotta get my gear, okay? Chill out." Lynn's retort is matched with a fierce glare before she strides off. You realize, with a cold knot forming in your gut, that you've acted exactly as Lori would. Your mind feels like it's splitting as more of Lori's memories start flooding in. The fights, the laughs, the responsibilities—all of them assault your consciousness. "No, no, no," you whisper, trying to hold on to your own identity. But your body doesn't listen, moving you toward Lori's room. You spot the cell phone on the bed. "Bobby!" the thought shoots through your mind, filled with love and longing. It's Lori's affection for her boyfriend overpowering everything else. You can already feel your grip on your own mind weakening. The phone vibrates, and instinctively you swipe the screen to read a new message. "Hey babe, can't wait to see u! xoxo Bobby" You barely catch Lynn in the doorway, raising an eyebrow. "Seriously, Lori? You were yelling at me, and all this time, you just wanted to text Bobby?" Blushing, you snap back, "Would you just mind your own business for once?" The irritation comes naturally, disgustingly. With a dramatic sigh, Lynn leaves the room. You collapse on the bed, shaking. "I have to get out of here. This isn't real," you plead to no one in particular, gripping the bed's edges until your knuckles turn white. But the memories, the emotions—they're suffocating. Lori's childhood, her fears, her dreams of becoming an ace golfer—all yours now. An hour later, you find yourself doing something mundane: brushing your hair in front of the mirror. The action, soothingly repetitive, almost makes you forget your predicament. Almost. Until there's a knock on the door. "Lori, dinner's ready!" It's Luan this time, her voice bright and cheerful, contrasting your inner turmoil. You take a deep breath. "Coming!" The sound of her voice—no, your voice—is becoming normal, a terrifying reminder that you're losing yourself. Yet as you head down to dinner, you find comfort in the little things. The chaos of the Loud household, the laughter, the arguments—they all seem to draw you in, making you forget your past life bit by bit. By dessert, the memories of your old self feel like distant echoes. You reflect on the day, wrestling with a truth you can't deny anymore. "I was and always have been Lori Loud," you tell yourself, the remnants of your former male self feeling more like a strange daydream than reality. As you head to bed, a sense of peace washes over you. Strangely enough, despite the day's turmoil, you feel... whole. Life as Lori Loud—a girl with a temper, but a big heart—was never something you chose, but now it feels like it fits perfectly. You slip under your bedsheets, texting Bobby goodnight. With a contented sigh, you close your eyes, embracing your true self completely.
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