Just because I’ve come out as trans doesn’t mean I’m easy.

Since the end of the whole Scooby-Doo franchise thing, I’ve been finding myself exploring the other side of my sexuality. How nobody on the show ever figured out that there was more going on under my skirt than was immediately apparent, I’ll never know.

Things were always pretty easy going on set. I mean, we didn’t take too much notice of the rules. Half the time Shaggy was so stoned I don’t think he even realized it was a set, and Fred was just all over Daphne. He didn’t figure out she wasn’t into guys until halfway through the first season. Mind you, he wasn’t bothered by that. He just kept on going for it.

Even the one time he did see me in a tee shirt he was too self absorbed to notice that I had nipple piercings. Well, that sweater covered a multitude of sins, as you can imagine.

Daphne came into my trailer one time, when we were shooting by a swamp, and told me that he had said ‘you just haven’t met the right man yet!’ Like she hadn’t heard that one before. Lame.

We did laugh about that, but she had no idea I was carrying around five inches of manhood in my tights. If she’d known I think we would have laughed even more. I did like Daphne, inspite of her habit. If she hadn’t had that tragic accident a couple of years ago I’d call her up and tell her now. I always thought she’d be a good person to come out to.

As it was, when Shaggy wasn’t stoned, and Daphne wasn’t making suggestions about meeting up after the show, I found I was shoehorned into the role of trying to console Fred who was all sloppy and lovesick over the dopey bitch. If only he knew that the only prick she was interested in was the one she was pushing in her arm. Between us we hardly had time to think about making the episodes.

To be honest it was a shit-show from start to finish. And you probably don’t even know this but there were — get this — seven Scooby-Doo dogs. Not just one, or two. They were everywhere, and half the time we were doing reshoots with stand in dogs because the continuity guys couldn’t get it right. It was bedlam. It’s hardly surprising that we went over budget so many times.

Just the damned poop bags would have put us over budget except for the fact that half the time the damned dogs would just take a dump anywhere they chose, and Shaggy would be all like, “I stepped in it again… Wardrobe! Wardrobe!”

I was mostly very discrete. Not like Daphne. There were times that it seemed the makeup department were her personal dating service. I’ll admit I had to wipe my glasses clean of something more than dust and cobwebs on more than one occasion, but I was generally very careful.

I didn’t think anyone would notice that night, after the shooting was done, when I was in my trailer alone if I did invite one of the sound guys in. I mean, Shaggy was blitzed out of his mind somewhere with the riggers, Fred was all gooey eyed over Daphne somewhere in the hotel we used as a set that time, and I was on my own and bored. And that was the only time I did anything like that on set.

So, why shouldn’t I ask the sound guy to help me adjust the thermostat in my trailer? After all, I don’t know how to do that stuff. And if I should fall on top of him, loosing my balance as I leaned over him, well where’s the harm in that?

He got the idea quick enough. He was leaving the shoot the following day anyway, so what did I care. I never go anywhere without a handy bag with some condoms, and some lube. As I reached into his pants, and laughed, he pulled me onto his lap, his hands all over my ass. That skirt was not exactly a hindrance. I could feel him hard as a rock between my buttocks as I sat there. By the time I’d pulled him out of his trousers and covered him in gel I think he’d have done anything I told him.

And he did. I am very commanding in the bedroom, as you might already realize. Even so, it was fun telling him to fuck me as though he were fucking his little sister. That freaked him out, but added to it.

I can say with certainty though that he’d never taken a dick down his throat before. I pulled up my skirt and told him I needed him to finish what he’d started, and he looked quite horrified. That was when I took him by the ear, twisting it painfully, and kneeled over him and slid into his protesting mouth.

He gurgled a bit, then I felt him relax a little. As I started to thrust into his mouth, unable to resist as I had him pushed against the fitted sofa in the trailer, I felt myself in his throat. Any resistance he had felt he should offer had subsided now, and I could see he was getting off on it, even if it was his first time with a trannie.

As I came in his mouth he tried to spit, but I gathered my cum in my hand and twisting his ear I pushed it back into his mouth as he wretched.

“Shut up,” I said mercilessly. “You know you wanted this.”

He didn’t say much. But later that night after he’d left one of the boys from the studio came to my trailer with a note from him asking me to call him in the morning.

Like I was going to do that!

Velma

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