S10: E11: Carol Gilley (52), from Newport

Once more we fade in on our darkened ‘bedroom’ set. A rusty old metal bedframe, with headboard and footboard, plus a dirty, threadbare mattress laying on squeaky springs. There are no sheets, no blankets, and no pillows – just stains, mostly caused by our the guests who have appeared on the show this year.

We pull back from these stains and turn to the side of the set – looking into the darkness of the unlit depths of the room as a figure approaches, feet clicking, or clomping, on the concrete floor. A less feminine walk than most of this year’s guests.

She moves out of the darkness as she gets closer and we get a good look. Black half cup bra and brief panties that barely cover her pussy hair - she’s lithe and strong looking. Not muscular, but solid. Something about her is not quite right. Possibly her boobs – wide and round, almost certainly fake, sitting in the cups of her bra ... Or maybe it’s the lack of shape in her hips (either her body is wide or her hips narrow – either way it’s pretty much straight up-straight down from her sides to her thighs. It’s not a bad body, but it’s not particularly feminine.

All the same, we’d rate her a 7/10 – she’s in good shape for her age, maybe if she was a decade younger that 7 might be a 8.

As she moves closer we are able to focus on her head and square shoulders. Her brunette hair is neatly styled, cut short of her shoulders – framing a face which is pretty rather than beautiful, quite angular, with deep brown eyes – showing her ages with a few wrinkles around the eyes. She also has a strong jaw and thin lips – which are plastered with thick red lipstick, desperately trying to give them some extra shape.

It’s not unfair to say that her face would rate a 5/10 at best. She’s no beauty queen – but the best dog-fuckers rarely are. The less attractive ones usually put on the best performances! And dogs don’t care how their bitches look, only that they are available and willing!

She comes to a halt on her mark, infront of the bed, dead center of our frame, with her chest, shoulders and head in frame. Many of our viewers will take this opportunity to study her wide cleavage and the unnatural curve of her boobs – reaching the conclusion that they are definitely surgically enhanced.

She flips her head to the side, trying (unsuccessfully) to flick hair out of her eyes, smiles confidently, and then introduces herself in a husky, quite deep, Welsh accent. It’s actually one of the sexier voices we’ve ever had on the show.

“Hello. My name is Carol Gilley. I’m 52, and I’m an administrator in the local education authority here in Newport, in Wales ... I’m here today, because I want to be the first transgender dogslut in ‘The United Kingdom of Zoo!”

It’s only when she says ‘transgender’ that we cut to a side-view and let viewers see her Adam’s Apple – it’s not a huge one, not obvious at all, which is why we didn’t see it before – but it’s there. We cut to a not-so-subtle full length shot, half zooming in on her panties, noting that there doesn’t seem to be anything in there that shouldn’t be ... Then we’re back to her head and chest shot, as she talks direct to camera again, giving us a pocket history of her life – whilst we cut to various photographs and home movie/video clips.

“I was born Carl Gilley ... I was an only child ... And I was always ‘a bit different’.”

We see pictures of young Carl, still a toddler, dressing as a Disney Princess...

“I loved dressing up as a girl ... I played with dollies ... I loved playing with mother’s make-up...”

A picture of a young boy with lipstick, rouge, eyeliner – looking like an 8 year old slut!

“I never considered myself to be gay ... I always thought I was a girl ... With a penis...”

A shot of a naked teen, with his dick and balls tucked between his legs creating a little hairy triangle at the crotch. The boy’s arms in the air, a big smile – showing off.

“So – the natural thing to do was – to get rid of the penis ... But it took me a long, long time to build up the courage to finally do that ... Not until I was in my 40s ... And then, after I decided I wanted to do it, I had to convince those nice people at the National Health Service ... Which took me until I was 50!”

We cut back to the interview as Carol continues to tell her story.

“In the meantime, I was very confused ... And I got into experimenting ... I did all kinds of things ... And obviously, one of them was dogs ... My psychiatrist said I was punishing myself, trying to shame myself into suicide, or something like that ... I used to think it was part of hiding who I was, and that those urges would go away once I had my true body...”

She smiles, takes a breath and then continues... “But, ahh, since the op I’ve felt the same way ... I managed to avoid it for a year, and then I thought – ‘if I’m going to do it, I should be as open about that as I am about my sexuality’ ... So I want to do this, on camera, on your show, to let everyone know who I am.”

“And who are you?” Asks Ozvik, leading Carol exactly where she wants to go...

Carol smiles again, then announces that she is, “A very naughty girl!” as she reaches down and unclasps her bra at the front, opening it up to show off those firm, fake, widely-spaced tits – which barely move when the bra drops away. At the same time, we pull back to reveal that she’s no longer wearing her briefs – and she’s well-trimmed downstairs, with no sign a cock.

We cut away to look at the entrance to the set – it cracks open just wide enough for a large, black and tan snout to poke through, noisy breathing, tongue slopping, jaws snapping without ever seeming threatening ... Then the door opens wider and the big dog pushes through ... A familiar Rottweiler, this year’s break-out star of the show, Tyson.

We cut back to Carol, seeing her reaction to the newly arrived beast ... A wide and excited smile – clearly keen to get things started ... As the dog approaches, she runs her hands over her belly and groin, almost as if she’s checking to see if that cock of hers is hard enough to grab onto...

She drops down onto her knees on the floor as the dog gets close, ready to say hello and let him introduce himself to her...

She strokes his head and neck, and chats away to him, “Hello ... Hello there ... Hello boy ... Who’s a handsome boy?” – as he sniffs at her, immediately dropping his head down between her thighs and snorting, stepping back and turning his head on one side – he knows there’s something different about this bitch ... She laughs. “Ohhh, he knows ... He knows!!” She laughs again.

She stands up, moves back to edge of the bed, and sits again, spreading her thighs and reaches down with one hand to rub her fingers over her crotch ... We get our first close-up of a post-op pussy ... It looks to be a particularly neat, slightly strained cunt ... A couple of surgically created fold around a thin slit – a little hair around it, but mostly bare.

She spreads her legs and we catch sight of a familiar feature – a nice tight little arsehole! It’s funny to think that dog’s have fucked the rear hole, but not the front one ... We’ll soon fix that for her!

Sucking the fingers of her other hand, then taking her saliva down to her new cunt, swapping hands as she transfers the saliva from her fingers over her pussy lips, and poking a finger-tip inside – sucking her other fingers until they are nicely wet, whilst continuing to finger fuck herself, then switching again ... This time pushing a second finger into her snatch, opening it up slightly in preparation for the dog – who’s been watching this from a couple of feet away, waiting for the right time to join in again...

And now’s the time ... He steps forward and flaps his tongue between her thighs, barely flicking her pussy but making just enough contact to make Carol yelp in surprise, jumping back a few inches, then flashing a smile even bigger than before...

She moves her pelvis back into position – spreading her thighs wide and presenting her groin again, angling her legs back and opening herself up to his tongue - inviting the dog’s full attention to lick that crack...

He does it ... His wide tongue sweeping over her new hole half a dozen times before he pauses to consider his options, looking up at the bitch’s face, then turning his head toward Ozvik, behind the camera, with that confused but happy expression.

“Go on ... Go on...” Calls Ozvik, and the dog returns to licking Carol’s cunt, making her throw her head back in delight.

The big Rottie licks some more – then pauses again, cocking his head on its side again – then looking up over her body ... It doesn’t look right to him – doesn’t smell right – and now it doesn’t appear to taste the way he’s used to either, so his licking isn’t as hungry and extensive as usual ... But he continues anyway...

As he licks, Carol runs her fingers over her chest, squeezing her tits and pinching at her nipples – writhing a little and arching her back as the dog’s tongue continues to soak and slide over her quim.

The fun only lasts for a few more seconds though – the black dog clearly not interested in licking her any longer ... He steps back and stands, panting, looking around – a little confused.

Carol is more amused than frustrated, looking up at him, then sitting up, reaching out to stroke his back. Reassuring him, “Good boy...” as she switches from his back to his side, to his belly, to his sheath ... Looking over toward our camera and smiling ... An excited, youthful smile – open mouthed ... We can almost hear her thinking, “Yes!” as she feels it’s weight.