Loud House Gender Swap Novels & Stories

Everyone in our neighborhood knew me as the meek full-time housewife. I had no income and no social life. Every hour of every day went to the kitchen, my child, and my hypercritical mother-in-law, Sofia Carter. Yet when I woke up, I had somehow swapped bodies with my insufferably smug husband, Kevin Carter. My phone lit up as he sent one mocking message after another: [Olivia, you act like having a baby entitles you to lie around at home all day, watch the kid, and throw together a couple of meals.] [For your information, this swap is permanent. I can finally get some rest.] [Don't run your mouth at my office. That management job is way beyond what a brain that never even made it through col

I am the stupid husband who loves my womanizing wife. I seat in the chair in front of the mirror. Took the lotion and applied it to my fair and smooth thighs. I'm still glancing at Zedrick, I'm checking to see if he'll even peek or drool at me. But it's still no effect, I've overcome the wind that doesn't even see me. But he can feel it because of the aromatic smell that comes from the lotion I use.

The next morning, I was awakened by the faint sound of people arguing downstairs. "That's impossible!" someone cried. "How could Olivia's body be like this?" It was Alex's voice. He sounded hoarse and agitated. I heard Dad's voice next. "Her leg… The doctors have confirmed that it was an old amputation. It's been more than ten years…" he replied. His voice was weary and laced with disbelief. "Jennifer's legs were perfectly fine!" Mom cried in a trembling voice. "How can she be worse off after the swap?"

"Sorry, everyone. It looks like I'll be changing brides today." He sounded almost proud of himself. "My maid of honor, Talia Cross, surpasses Elise in every aspect. She's prettier, hotter, and better overall. You're all my witnesses. Elise and I are over. And let me be clear—I'll never take her back even if she begs me to forgive her." I said nothing as I looked at his smug face, my smile deepening with each ridiculous word pouring out of his mouth. Whispers immediately erupted through the crowd.

“Noah, I can’t take it anymore. Marcus is too cold. The dock incident almost went wrong because of me. He got angry and won’t even let me touch him… “Can you help me? I just want someone to rely on. Someone I can survive within the Zillmann family…” Noah raised his brows slightly, took my hand, and kissed the back of it. He paused deliberately, then looked up at me teasingly before pulling me into his arms. I forced down the disgust in my heart, trembling as I pretended to sob in his embrace, while slipping a miniature microphone into his suit jacket. “Tomorrow, help me with one thing. Once it’s done, you’ll be the new Donna Zillmann of the Zillmann family, and I’ll be your new support.”

I looked down at him, pulled the voice recorder I'd been carrying out of my pocket, and pressed play. After a burst of static, Claire's voice came through, light and careless. "Adam, we should make the switch after the welcome party. I've already taken care of the nurse. They're both newborns, still wrapped in blankets. You can't tell them apart. All we have to do is swap them while Lena's asleep, and she'll never know the difference."

"So, my husband and I have never even touched each other. I am still a virgin wife, Hans! We even sleep in separate rooms. So please, don't worry about the surgery money anymore!" An overwhelming sense of relief flooded Hans's heart upon hearing Gwen's words. It meant that his real wife's soul and body were truly preserved over there. No, Gwen's original body was here with him, but right now, her soul belonged to Sienna Montgomery, who remained completely unaware of the soul swap.

"That's very good, dear. But not too much, it'll get all sticky." In the kitchen, Aaron was busy stirring the coffee while occasionally glancing at them. The atmosphere was unfamiliar yet warm - like a slice of life he had been longing for, but never dared to imagine again. Loudy came in from the back garden, her hair messy and her T-shirt a little dirty. "Mama, Papa, Lowly and I made a little tree house for the dolls!" Aaron raised an eyebrow. "Tree house? Seriously? What did you use?" "Cardboard! And some wood from the warehouse. When it's finished, Papa has to see it!" Loudy replied excitedly.

“I hope your wife does not mind that I am staying for a while. My house is under renovation.” I shrugged. “Why should she mind? It is my house, not hers.” Leo chuckled. “You get married to someone, it kind of becomes their house too, you know.” “No,” I said firmly. “It is not her house.” He shrugged and let it drop. The rest of the drive was quiet, comfortable. When we reached the mansion, the driver helped carry Leo’s things to the guest room. It was still early, around six-thirty. “Go get some sleep,” I told him. “We will catch up properly when you wake up. That flight sounded brutal.”

Mia's and Finn’s cries mixed with Marissa’s shrieking drew attention from the neighbors. Slowly, people began gathering around, rubbing their sleepy eyes. After witnessing the scene, their eyes widened and a neighbor hurriedly chimed in, "Goodness gracious, Sophie, take it easy! Marissa’s old. She can’t handle that kind of rough treatment.” I spun toward them, my voice cutting through the murmur. "Oh, I’m supposed to take it easy on the woman who swapped my son for someone else’s child? She even tried to steal my parents’ inheritance and give it all to her granddaughter.