Someone was in your house

You arrive back at your place, eager to take a breather after your long day, when something makes you stop in your tracks. Your front door is open by just a crack. To your knowledge, your family isn't supposed to be back from their business trip for another week, and nobody else should have keys to your home. Against your common sense, you open the door and enter your house.

"Hello?!" You call out and get no response. As you enter the living room, you see the couch is completely covered in letters with different colored envelopes. Still concerned for an intruder, you search every room in your home. Fortunately, no one is hiding there. But somehow, all your clothes have gone missing. Your closets and drawers are empty of all shirts, coats, pants, underwear, even shoes and socks.

"What the hell is going on?" You whisper to yourself. You decide to open some of the envelopes to see who they're from. You expect to find threats or **** letters, like in the movies.

Instead, you find the last thing you would have ever expected. The letters are all love letters from every girl in your senior year, and even the female teachers. Some are romantic, some are cheesy, and some are just shy of erotica. Some even have nude pictures of the girls in different poses, either shyly covering themselves or giving you a tantalizing look, as if they want you to leap through the picture and take them right there.

"What. The. Fuck?" You say. Not that you are complaining. Seeing some of these girls naked, like Ms. Amber and Tiffany, have you drooling on your shirt. But why would they do this? And why are there so many letters?

Your cell phone rings in your pocket, shaking you out of your daze. The screen number reads that it's Nebula. You answer it immediately. "Hello?"

"Hey, Sam?" Nebula asks. "Uh, did your house get broken into?"

"Wh...Yes! How did you know?!"

"Because I'm standing here in front of a busted door and an empty closet"

"Wait, they stole your clothes too?"

"Yeah, that's the weird thing. They only took my clothes. All my notes, passwords, and notebooks are still here."

Nebula suddenly gasps. "I knew it! The Moth People are finally invading! Okay, listen closely: I have an emergency supply of pesticide and food in a bunker! If we can make it to the outskirts of town..."

You quickly interrupt her. "Nebula, shut up! It's not Moth People! It's something else!"

"What? How do you know? Are you the expert on extradimensional insectoid invasions?"

"That depends: do they leave love letters from my classmates and teachers?"

There's a pause. "Love letters?"

"Yeah, from everybody," you say. "I got ones from Chris, Dana, Ms. Pershing, even Athena and the Night School girls."

Nebula takes a minute to respond. "And you're sure it's from them?"

"They all signed their names, some drew pictures, and some even have naked pictures of themselves in them," you say. "There's ones in other languages signed by Shubthula, and two by women I've never met called Devoratora and Sukinori. And no one can mimic Monica."

"Naked pictures? Of the teachers?" Nebula says. "This doesn't seem right. Maybe it's a frame job."

You glance at the opened letters. "I don't see how they could have so easily copied everyone's signatures and drawing! Eve drew an image of her blowing me a kiss, Brittany included a portfolio of nude selfies, Jennifer has a picture of an invisible woman holding a bathrobe in mid-air, and Luna drew what looks like an Anthro werewolf couple playing leapfrog"

Out of curiosity, you inspect Luna's card. "Wait...nope, that's not leapfrog!"

There's an even longer pause on the other line. It feels like forever until Nebula speaks again. "Just to be sure, what does Monica's say?"

You briefly search for her letter. "One large, extra cheese, sausage, and a bottle of cola."

Nebula laughs. "Yup, that's her, alright."

Something catches your eye at the bottom of the pile. "Hold on, there's one more card."

Opening the envelope, you freeze in place as you read it. "I...Okay, this has to be a prank!"

"What? What does it say?" Nebula asks.

"It's a detailed image of the city, and some kind of path," you say. "It says, 'Trace the steps of the Road to Graduation. Leave all you wear behind and face us bare and proud.'"

"Oh! It's a ritual!" Nebula says. "These secret societies only have these when they want to initiate you! You'll get to join their ranks!"

"Didn't you hear me?!" You snap. "It said to 'leave all you wear behind.' They want me to streak naked across the city!"

"Oh yeah, these rituals usually involve sex and nudity," Nebula says nonchalantly.

"Nebula, you're not suggesting I go through with this, are you?!"

"Why not?" She asks. "How many people can say they get to do this? I'd kill to be in your position!"

You cringe in frustration. "You really think I should streak naked?"

"If it gets us answers, then yes!"

You think about what she's saying, along with how this could go wrong, like everything else has today. "If I do it, then you're doing it with me."

Nebula's cheerfulness and courage leave her voice. "Wait, what? I can't do that! I wasn't invited! And what if we get arrested? They'll **** us before we even see the inside of a cell!"

"Get over here now so we can discuss this," you say. "But if I'm getting naked in public, then so are you."

You hang up and rush to get yourself something to drink to calm yourself down. All you can do is wait until Nebula arrives.