Wait till the coast is clear.

You freeze in place, waiting to see if you've been caught. Luckily, the footsteps pass and you sneak out slowly into the hall. Your regular trip to the bathroom comes with a lot of drunken stumbling. It's a slow process, one that probably leaves a few droplets of cum on the floor but you manage the walk of shame the same way you always do. The hour is late enough that no one is around in the hall and the bathroom is equally as empty. For the next while you wash yourself and do your best to get the gang's semen removed from your hair, skin, and clothing. When the deed is done you manage to get into the boys dorm and slink into bed with only a few sideways glances from the other boys, not that you care. Worn out and thoroughly fucked you embrace the hard mattress like a soft heavenly pillow. Cumdrunk and comfy, you pass out.

The next day is not what you expect. Orderlies are waking all the boys and amidst your lingering high you pray to the goddess for a few more minutes in bed. Sadly, your prayers are unanswered. Apparently, today is "adoption day". That special day where sissies are sold from the orphanage to new female owners. Nervousness is at an all time high, as well as excitement and hope. Caught up in the atmosphere you follow the orders you're given and get into clean clothes before following the group as they're led down the hall. You're not sure what's going to happen but your female betters stress that you be on your best behavior to make things go smoothly. Eventually everyone ends up in a gymnasium of sorts where the Head Mistress delivers a speech with her orderlies standing by. In concise and strict verbiage she outlines how the adoptions will go. It seems that women from around the area will be coming in to chat with your lot. Your future rests in their hands. Boys who end up not being picked will be sent to "lesser" adoptions. Whatever that means.

After orderlies silence some gossip among the other sissies they line you all up and the doors are opened. Ladies from all walks of life come in to survey the different boytoys that may soon become a part of their property. Mingling with the different women you manage to impress quite a few with your submissive but flirty demeanor. After all, you're not exactly a stranger around the opposite sex like the rest of your dorm mates, though these women are certainly different from the orphanage girls. You're surprised at how they carry themselves in comparison. It seems that while personalities differ, everyone is much more polite than what you're used to. Maybe they're just like that because the headmistress is here and she's intimidating. There are so many of them, you think. It's a difficult task to decide who you like best but at the end of the day you know you can only go home with one of these girls and if you piss them off you might end up left behind.