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You cannot stop. What began as secret forum browsing has spiraled into a full double life of smooth-skinned, panty-wearing, online sissy addiction. After months of escalation, shaving daily, modeling in Tawny's stolen lingerie, and building a devoted following as "ButtonClittySissy," the thrill of online exposure is no longer enough. You crave real-world risk.

It starts with small public steps. You wear Tawny's panties under your clothes to the grocery store, the lace constantly teasing your smooth, caged clitty. You film discreet videos in public restrooms, lifting your shirt to show a pink bra strap or pulling down your pants to flash lacy panties for your fans. The comments explode every time.

"Such a brave sissy. You need to go further."

"Go out dressed. Let real men see what you are."

One fan suggests it directly: "Visit a gay bar in your wife's clothes. Film it for us."

The idea consumes you. For weeks you plan in secret. You steal one of Tawny's sexiest outfits: a tight black cocktail dress that hugs your corseted waist, thigh-high stockings, her black lace panties and bra, and a pair of her strappy heels that almost fit. You practice walking in them for hours at night while she sleeps. You buy a wig, simple makeup, and a small plug to wear during the adventure.

The night finally comes. Tawny is away for a girls' weekend. You spend three hours transforming. Full body shave until your skin is silky smooth. Makeup done carefully: foundation, eyeliner, red lipstick, and blush. The wig frames your face in soft waves. You slide into her black lace panties, feeling the fabric cup your caged pink clitty perfectly. The bra goes on next, padded slightly for subtle cleavage. Then the dress, stockings, and heels.

You stand in front of the mirror and barely recognize yourself. A passable sissy slut stares back, smooth legs shining, dress hugging your slimmed waist, lips glossy and inviting. Your clitty strains hard in its cage, leaking into the lace.

You film a short introduction video for your fans. "ButtonClittySissy is going out tonight in Mistress's clothes. Wish your sissy luck at the gay bar."

The drive there is pure adrenaline. Every stoplight makes you aware of the dress riding up your smooth thighs and the plug shifting inside you. You park a block away and walk to the bar on shaky heels, the night air kissing your shaved legs. Several men glance at you appreciatively as you pass. The attention makes your caged clitty throb.

The gay bar is dimly lit, pulsing with music. You order a drink in your practiced higher voice and find a seat at the bar. Men notice you immediately. A tall, muscular guy in his thirties approaches first.

"Hey beautiful. First time here?" he asks, eyes roaming over your body.

You blush deeply and nod, sipping your drink. He buys you another and soon his hand is on your smooth knee, sliding up under the hem of the dress. When his fingers brush the lace top of your stocking, he grins.

"Someone came dressed to impress. What's your name, pretty?"

"Clitty," you whisper, voice trembling with arousal. "My clitty name is ButtonClittySissy."

He laughs softly and pulls you closer. His hand moves higher until he discovers the cage through the lace panties. His eyes widen with delight.

"Fuck, you're a locked sissy. That's hot as hell."

He teases the cage through the dress while you squirm on the barstool. Other men notice and soon you are surrounded. Hands explore your smooth legs, squeeze your padded chest, and lift the back of your dress to feel the plug in your ass. You are rock hard in the tiny cage, leaking steadily into Tawny's panties.

One dominant man, broad-shouldered with a deep voice, takes charge. He pulls you into a dark corner booth and sits you on his lap. The dress rides up completely, exposing your stocking tops and lace panties to anyone who looks.

"Show me that clitty, girl."

You obey, pulling the dress up and the panties aside. He examines your locked pink nub in the low light, flicking it with one finger while you whimper.

"So tiny. Perfect little sissy button."

He makes you grind on his thigh while he fingers the plug in your ass, pumping it in and out slowly. The sensation is overwhelming. Smooth skin, women's clothes, strange men's hands, and your desperate caged clitty rubbing against his leg. You moan openly in your girly voice as he edges you mercilessly.

Other men watch and stroke themselves. One steps forward and feeds you his thick cock while the first man continues playing with your plug and cage. You suck eagerly, lipstick smearing, mascara running slightly as you bob on his shaft. The taste and fullness in your mouth combined with the anal stimulation push you close to the edge.

They do not let you cum yet. Instead they take turns using your mouth in the booth. You service three different cocks, swallowing load after load while your own clitty drips uselessly. The dominant man finally pulls you onto his lap again, facing him, dress bunched around your waist.

"Ride my fingers like the sissy whore you are."

He adds a second finger alongside the plug, stretching you while you bounce in his lap. Your caged clitty rubs against his stomach, leaving wet streaks on his shirt. The friction, the fullness, the humiliation of being used in Tawny's dress in a public bar overwhelm you.

You cum hands-free in the cage. A long, weak, ruined orgasm that forces thin streams of sissy cum through the bars of the cage and onto his shirt. You cry out around the cock still in your mouth as waves of shameful pleasure crash through your smooth, feminized body.

The men praise you. "Good girl." "Such a eager little sissy." They make you clean up every drop of your own cum with your tongue before they tuck you back into the ruined black lace panties.

You stay for another hour, serving drinks on your knees, flashing your caged clitty when asked, and letting men grope and tease you. Before you leave, the dominant man takes your phone and films a short video of you on your knees in the bathroom, dress pulled down to expose your bra, panties around your ankles, showing the cum-stained cage and freshly used hole to the camera.

"Send this to all your online fans," he orders. "Tell them exactly what kind of sissy you really are."

The drive home is euphoric. Your makeup is smeared, the dress wrinkled, panties soaked with cum and your own leaks. You film a final summary video in the car, voice hoarse but happy.

"ButtonClittySissy went out tonight in my wife's clothes. I served real men at the gay bar and came hands-free in my cage like a true sissy slut."

You post everything when you get home: the preparation, the bar photos and videos (carefully edited to hide faces), and the aftermath. The response from your online community is massive. Thousands of comments, new subscribers, and endless praise for your bravery.

This becomes a regular secret escape. Whenever Tawny is away, you dress in her clothes and visit the same bar or others. You grow bolder. You dance with men on the floor, letting them grind against your smooth ass. You let them fuck you in the bathroom stalls, bent over with the dress around your waist while your caged clitty swings uselessly. You film it all for your growing audience.

At home you remain the perfect, unsuspecting husband during the day. But at night you are ButtonClittySissy, the smooth, shaved, online sissy who sneaks out in his wife's dresses to get used by men at the gay bar. The double life fuels an endless cycle of shaving, shopping for new outfits in her closet, filming, posting, and real-world sissy adventures.

Your clitty stays smaller and more sensitive with every denial. Your smooth skin and feminine mannerisms bleed into your daily life with Tawny. And through it all, the online followers watch and cheer as you sink deeper into your true self, one stolen dress and public sissy night at a time.