[Fango]

This is a variation on the above story, but with clothes disappearing instead of forced stripping. This one was written by ChatGPT. So, to recap, for ChatGPT, clothes disappearing = yea, forced stripping = nay. Go figure. They're both about women being involuntarily removed from their clothing, so what's the difference? *shrug*

One of the most frustrating things about AI is that, if you give it a story prompt that it objects to, it won't just refuse to write the story; it actually will write the story, but then sn*tch it away from you before you can fully read it. So you can see some pretty incredible looking paragraphs being written very quickly, but then you'll never have the chance to actually read it in depth before it's taken away from you. Maddening.

ALL STUDENT CHARACTERS APPEARING IN THIS STORY ARE 18-YEARS-OLD.

(Ideas by Fango, writing by ChatGPT)

Mr. Thompson's history class was in its final stretch, the late afternoon sunlight casting long shadows across the classroom. The hum of the fluorescent lights was a constant drone, occasionally interrupted by the shuffle of papers or the muted rustle of a student adjusting in their seat.

At the back of the room, Jake Donovan sat with an air of irrepressible mischief. At 18 years old, his reputation as the class prankster was well-earned. Today, he was particularly absorbed in his own little project, a device concealed under his desk with a practiced hand. His fingers deftly adjusted the small dials and levers, his eyes gleaming with a barely contained sense of anticipation.

In the front of the room, Megan Carter stood at the podium, her hands gripping the edges as she tried to steady her nerves. Also 18, she was a striking figure with her shoulder-length auburn hair pulled back into a neat ponytail. Her green eyes, framed by a pair of modest glasses, darted nervously over her notes. Her face, though slightly flushed from the effort of speaking, had a natural beauty to it, with a sprinkle of freckles across her cheeks. Megan wore a simple but elegant blue blouse and dark jeans, her posture conveying a blend of determination and apprehension. She was delivering an oral report on the French Revolution, and although her voice wavered slightly, she was determined to get through it. Her classmates’ attention, however, was not entirely on the presentation. A few, including Jake, were distracted by the device under his desk, though its purpose remained a mystery.

The rest of the students were a mix of disinterest and curiosity, their gazes flitting between Megan's earnest but somewhat shaky delivery and the curious motions beneath Jake's desk.

"—and so, the impact of the French Revolution on European politics cannot be understated," Megan concluded, her tone slightly louder as she finished the last line of her report. She glanced up, catching the eye of Mr. Thompson, who gave her a nod of approval.

Jake, meanwhile, flicked a final switch on his device, his smirk widening. He cast a glance around to ensure no one was watching too closely, then slowly began to press a hidden button. The device hummed quietly, the low sound almost imperceptible.

As Megan turned to gather her notes and return to her seat, the room seemed to hold its breath. Jake's fingers hovered above the device, ready for the perfect moment to make his move.

Jake’s finger pressed the final button on his device, and with a sudden, bright flash of light, Megan’s clothes vanished. She stood before the class, stark naked, her face instantly turning red with shock and embarrassment.

A collective gasp rippled through the room. Megan’s hands flew up to cover herself as her eyes widened in horror. “Oh my God! What just happened?” she cried, her voice trembling.

Jake, seated at the back of the room, watched with a barely contained smirk. He leaned forward, clearly enjoying the chaos he had created.

Mr. Thompson, who had been grading papers at his desk, looked up in alarm. His face shifted from confusion to concern as he took in Megan’s predicament. “Alright, everyone, calm down!” he commanded, his voice cutting through the shock. “Megan, we’re going to get you something to wear. Just hold on a moment.”

Megan, still trying to shield herself with her arms, looked around desperately. “Please, someone help me,” she said, her voice choked with embarrassment.

Sarah Mitchell, sitting a few rows ahead, quickly stood up and removed her oversized jacket. “Megan, take this,” Sarah said, walking to the front and handing the jacket to her.

Megan took the jacket with shaking hands and wrapped it around herself, her face still flushed. “Thank you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

As the class buzzed with shock and nervous whispers, Mr. Thompson began to address the students. “We need to stay calm and figure out what happened. Everyone remain in your seats while we sort this out.”

Jake sat back, maintaining a look of innocent confusion. He glanced around, seeing if anyone suspected him, but everyone seemed too preoccupied with Megan’s situation to pay him much attention.

Mr. Thompson moved through the rows of desks, trying to keep the class orderly. “We’ll have to investigate this,” he said. “For now, let’s make sure Megan is okay and get back to our work.”

As the immediate turmoil settled into a murmur of concern and curiosity, Jake’s prank remained a mystery to everyone but him. The focus shifted to ensuring Megan’s comfort and dealing with the unexpected disruption.

Jake’s mischievous grin returned as he decided to push his prank even further. He subtly reached for the device hidden under his desk and adjusted the settings. With a quiet click and another brief flash of light, Megan’s jacket vanished, leaving her exposed once more.

The room went silent before erupting into gasps and shocked whispers. Megan’s eyes widened in horror as she looked down and saw her jacket had disappeared. Her hands immediately flew to cover herself again, her face going pale with a fresh wave of embarrassment.

“Oh no, not again!” Megan’s voice trembled, her panic evident. She glanced around, her desperation increasing as she tried to shield herself with whatever she could.

Mr. Thompson, who had been trying to calm the class, saw the new commotion and quickly turned his attention back to Megan. “Megan, stay calm. We’ll get you something else right away,” he said, his tone both reassuring and urgent. He began to move toward the students, trying to find another solution.

Sarah Mitchell, who had already helped earlier, jumped up again. “I have a sweater in my bag,” she said, pulling it out and rushing to the front. “Here, Megan, use this.”

Megan took the sweater with trembling hands, pulling it around herself with a sigh of relief. Though it was a bit too large and somewhat awkward, it provided much-needed coverage.

Jake, seated at the back of the room, continued to watch with amusement. He was careful to maintain an innocent demeanor, making sure no one suspected his involvement in the second incident.

Mr. Thompson, still trying to maintain order, addressed the class. “I need everyone to stay calm and remain in your seats. We will address this situation shortly. Megan, if you need anything, let us know.”

As the students looked on with a mix of concern and curiosity, the classroom buzzed with uneasy energy. Jake’s prank had escalated, and while Megan’s immediate needs were being attended to, the class awaited further instructions. The focus was now on dealing with the unexpected disruptions and trying to piece together what had just happened.

Jake’s eyes gleamed with a mix of mischief and determination. He adjusted the device under his desk once more and pressed the button. With a brief flash of light, Megan’s sweater vanished, leaving her completely exposed again.

A stunned silence fell over the room before it was broken by a chorus of gasps and shocked murmurs. Megan’s face went from pale to a deep crimson as she clutched her arms around herself, her body trembling with both fear and embarrassment.

“No, not again!” Megan cried out, her voice cracking with distress. She looked around desperately, her eyes pleading for help.

Mr. Thompson, who had been attempting to manage the chaos, turned back to the front of the room in alarm. “Megan, we’re going to get this sorted out,” he said, trying to maintain his composure. “Please stay calm.”

Sarah Mitchell, who had already helped by giving Megan her jacket, looked around helplessly. “I don’t have anything else,” she said, her voice strained. “I’m really sorry.”

As the classroom buzzed with increased anxiety, Mr. Thompson took charge. “Alright, everyone, I need you all to stay in your seats and be quiet,” he instructed. He turned to Megan, his expression softening. “We’re going to take care of this.”

Mr. Thompson quickly exited the classroom, presumably to get assistance from the school office or find additional help. Meanwhile, students whispered among themselves, their eyes darting between Megan and Jake, though no one suspected him directly.

Jake continued to watch, his expression carefully neutral. He made sure not to draw attention to himself, blending in with the concerned murmur of the classroom.

Megan, still standing in the front of the room, tried to cover herself as best as she could, her discomfort palpable. Her situation seemed increasingly dire as she waited for Mr. Thompson’s return.

The class remained in an uneasy state, the focus now on maintaining some level of dignity and finding a solution to the escalating prank. The disruption had reached a new level of seriousness, and the classroom awaited further action from Mr. Thompson.

As the classroom buzzed with tension and anxiety, the mood shifted as a few students began to break the silence. The atmosphere turned from one of nervousness to one of inappropriate behavior as some students started to whisper and then openly laugh at Megan’s predicament.

“Look at that!” someone chuckled, their voice carrying across the room. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

Others joined in, their laughter growing louder. “Hey Megan, having a wardrobe malfunction?” one student teased, the tone clearly mocking.

A few more voices added to the chorus, with catcalls and inappropriate comments. “Nice view!” someone called out. “Didn’t know history class came with a free show!”

Megan’s face turned even redder as she stood at the front, her hands desperately trying to cover herself. Her eyes filled with tears, and she looked around in helpless frustration, her cheeks burning with humiliation.

“Stop it!” Megan shouted, her voice cracking. “This isn’t funny!”

Despite her plea, the teasing continued, with a few students egging each other on. “Come on, it’s just a joke!” one of them said, laughing.

Mr. Thompson, who had been out of the room, returned just in time to witness the escalation. His face was a mask of shock and anger as he took in the scene. “Enough!” he bellowed, his voice cutting through the jeering. “This behavior is completely unacceptable. I want everyone to be silent right now!”

The class fell silent, the laughter dying down under Mr. Thompson’s authoritative glare. He quickly moved to Megan’s side, his expression softening as he offered a reassuring tone. “Megan, I’m so sorry about this. We’re going to get you to a safe place and get this sorted out.”

As Mr. Thompson guided Megan towards the door, he turned to address the class one more time. “This will be addressed with the school administration, and there will be consequences for anyone who participated in this behavior.”

With that, Mr. Thompson led Megan out of the room, his arm around her in a protective gesture. The classroom was left in a heavy silence, the students now facing the consequences of their actions and the realization of how far the prank had gone.

As Mr. Thompson escorted Megan out of the room, the classroom fell into a tense silence. The students’ earlier laughter and teasing were replaced by an uneasy quiet, their faces reflecting a mix of guilt and apprehension.

In the hallway, Mr. Thompson quickly arranged for Megan to be taken to the school counselor’s office, where she could receive immediate support and be given appropriate clothing. His priority was to ensure her immediate comfort and privacy.

Back in the classroom, the atmosphere remained somber. Mr. Thompson returned, his demeanor stern. “I want everyone to listen carefully,” he said, his voice resolute. “What happened today was not only unacceptable but also deeply hurtful. We will have a meeting with the principal and the school administration to discuss the consequences. Every single one of you will need to reflect on your actions and how they affect others.”

The students shifted uncomfortably in their seats, their previous amusement replaced by a sober realization of the gravity of the situation. Whispers of remorse and regret began to circulate among them.

In the days that followed, the school administration took swift action. Jake was called in for a disciplinary meeting, and his actions were addressed with appropriate consequences. The teasing and inappropriate behavior of the other students were also met with disciplinary measures, and the school emphasized the importance of respect and empathy through mandatory assemblies and counseling sessions.

Megan, with the support of friends, family, and the school counseling team, managed to navigate the aftermath of the incident. Her strength and resilience were evident as she returned to class, and her classmates showed a newfound respect and understanding.

Although the prank had caused significant distress and disruption, it ultimately led to a crucial conversation about respect, boundaries, and the impact of one’s actions on others. The incident served as a painful but important lesson for everyone involved, underscoring the need for kindness and consideration in all interactions.

The End

As I said in the first post, ChatGPT insists on ending every story, no matter the subject, with this weird, preachy moral. It's bizarre.

So you can see how ChatGPT's writing style is very different from Meta's, here's the same story, but a shorter version as written by Meta AI. ChatGPT's descriptions are a little more flowery, while its writing style overall is "drier". It's grasp of human psychology is also a little more "robotic" than Meta's:

(Ideas by Fango, writing by Meta AI)

Mr. Johnson's classroom was a battleground, and for 18-year-old prank mastermind, Jake, it was his playground. He sat at his desk, trying to appear nonchalant, while his eyes sparkled with mischief. Underneath his desk, hidden from prying eyes, a mysterious device waited patiently. Jake's fingers drummed a staccato beat on his thigh, eager to unleash chaos.
At the front of the room, Emily, an 18-year-old classmate and Jake's occasional partner in crime, stood confidently, delivering her oral report. Her long, curly brown hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, and her bright green eyes shone with enthusiasm. Her voice was clear and steady, and her slender fingers gestured emphatically as she spoke. She wore a yellow sundress, its bright color a stark contrast to the dull classroom walls.
"...and so, the impact of climate change on global food production is a pressing issue that requires immediate attention," Emily said, her voice filling the room. "We must consider sustainable practices and innovative solutions to ensure a secure future for generations to come."
Jake's attention, however, was elsewhere. He scanned the room, his gaze lingering on his classmates, all 18-year-old seniors, oblivious to the impending mayhem.
To his left, the class overachiever, Rachel, scribbled furious notes, her brow furrowed in concentration. Behind him, the star quarterback, Tyler, whispered to his girlfriend, a giggling blonde named Ashley. The teacher, Mr. Johnson, leaned against his desk, a bemused expression on his face, seemingly entranced by Emily's presentation.
"Any questions?" Emily asked, scanning the room with a confident smile.
Jake's eyes darted back to the device, his mind racing with possibilities. He could hardly wait to see the looks on their faces when... but that would have to wait. For now, he played it cool, a master of deception, hiding his true intentions behind a mask of innocence. The game was afoot, and Jake was ready to make his move.

Jake's fingers danced across the device, and a sudden burst of energy filled the room. Emily, still smiling, froze, her eyes widening in shock. Her yellow sundress, once a vibrant splash of color, now vanished, leaving her standing naked before her classmates.
Gasps and snickers erupted from the students, while Mr. Johnson's eyes bulged in horror. Rachel's jaw dropped, her pen slipping from her fingers, and Tyler's whispering ceased, replaced by a stunned silence.
Emily's face turned beet red as she frantically tried to cover herself with her hands. "What's happening?" she exclaimed, her voice trembling. "Where are my clothes?"
The classroom descended into pandemonium, with students shouting and laughing. Mr. Johnson struggled to regain control, his voice hoarse from shouting, "Order! Order, I say!"
Emily's eyes darted around the room, confusion and embarrassment etched on her face. She had no idea what was happening or who was responsible. She took a step back, trying to shield herself from the chaos.
Jake's grin spread from ear to ear, his eyes gleaming with mischief. He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, and waited for the chaos to unfold, his secret safe, for now.

The room finally quieted down, with Mr. Johnson's stern voice and the arrival of the school's vice principal, Mrs. Smith, restoring a semblance of order. Emily, still trying to cover herself, was hastily wrapped in a blanket by Mrs. Smith and escorted out of the classroom.
As the door closed behind them, the students began to murmur among themselves, trying to make sense of what had just happened. "What was that?" "How did her clothes just disappear?" "This is insane!"
Jake, still grinning, blended into the chaos, his secret safe. He watched as his classmates speculated about the mysterious event, none of them suspecting him.
Rachel turned to Tyler, her eyes wide with confusion. "Do you think it was some kind of prank gone wrong?"
Tyler shook his head. "I have no idea, but it was messed up. Poor Emily."
Jake's smile grew wider, thrilled that he had pulled off the ultimate prank without being caught. But as he glanced around the room, he noticed Emily's friends, including Rachel, looking worried and upset. He began to wonder if his prank had indeed gone too far...
Meanwhile, in the hallway, Emily, still wrapped in the blanket, was being led to the school nurse's office by Mrs. Smith. Tears streamed down her face, her mind reeling with shock and humiliation. She couldn't understand what had just happened or why.

The incident left Emily shaken, and she was sent home for the day. The school administration launched an investigation, but no one came forward with any information about the mysterious event.
Jake, still thrilled with the success of his prank, began to realize the impact it had on Emily. He saw her in the hallways, her eyes cast down, her usual confidence gone. He started to feel a pang of guilt, but it was quickly overshadowed by his fear of being caught.
As the days went by, the incident became a distant memory, but the tension between Jake and Emily grew. She couldn't understand why someone would do such a thing, and he couldn't bring himself to confess.
The prank had brought Jake temporary fame, but at a cost. He lost his friend Emily, and his relationships with his classmates began to fray. He realized that some secrets were too big to keep, and that the truth, no matter how painful, was always better than living with guilt.
The device, once a tool for mischief, now collected dust in Jake's drawer, a reminder of the line he had crossed. He vowed never to use it again, hoping to regain the trust of those around him. But for Emily, the memory of that day would linger, a reminder of the cruelty of others.

The End

Enjoy

Fango