Being a woman is such a wonderful thing. Periods, menstrual cramps, migraines, birth control, tampons, maxi-pads...all the beautiful things. Actually, these are all really gross and annoying things. But women are still, so much more beautiful than men. Men are all hairy and rough and stuff. Women have breasts and I've always wanted to accentuate mine with nipple rings; the original plan was to get mine pierced with my best-friend Casey, at her apartment. Well, the dick-head boyfriend that I had at the time said that it was hoe-like for a chick to have nipple rings and I didn't want him to think I was "hoe-like," so I backed out and didn't get them done then. Boy was I stupid. Anyway.
At A Glance Author Honda Contact Hdancera02@aol.com When A month ago Artist Greg's friend Studio Greg's friend's house Location Arlington, Texas So, I got a better boyfriend (a believer in bod mods) the only problem now was to find a piercer that'd pierce me illegally (keep in mind I'm only sixteen). Well, my friend Greg knew a chick that used to pierce at a studio and wouldn't mind piercing my nipples for me. I was so excited. I would call him every day and ask him if he'd set a date yet to get them pierced. He finally told me one Saturday night that she said she'd do it. I was jumping for joy. I figured I'd better eat something since I fainted when I got my navel pierced and I grabbed a bag of Nacho Cheesier Doritos and I was off with my friend Casey to some party to kill time until that chick called me to go get stuck. We went to the party and there were a lot of cool people there, everyone was having a good time and drinking. I had to remind myself that I couldn't drink because it would thin my blood and make me spew blood all over the place.
My friend Casey kept asking me if I was nervous. I kept telling her no. It was true. I had waited so long to get it done, I wasn't the least bit nervous. I just wanted to get it done. My boyfriend was there. I wanted him to go with me to that house to be there but he stayed with my brother at the party instead. When Casey's cell rang I got so excited. I was ready. I was so ready. We went. The house was big. It was funny how every male in that house kept asking, " Who's getting their nipples pierced??" It was kind of embarrassing. Then I met the chick that would meet my breasts then mutilate them. She was cute. Hard-core chick looking. Converse shoes. A couple of her own piercings. Cute hairstyle. Cute clothes. Awesome belt. I forgot her name. Funny, you'd think I'd remember the name of a person who saw me half naked.
I went into the room. There was a bed, a chair, a table and some guitar equipment. She had all her stuff prepared on a little Styrofoam tray. She had two needles, Q-tips, the two rings I had provided her with, the clamps, gloves and some orange looking stuff she called "cleaning solution". (Which I figured was the same stuff the piercer used when I got my navel pierced...it smelled the same) She told me to lie down and recline the chair. I did. Then she told me to sit back up so she could mark them. Then the awkward words "take off your shirt". I had a halter-top on so I asked if it would be cool if I just pulled down the part that held up the breasts. She said that would be fine. So I did. It was cold. I felt my nipples get hard. She put her gloves on, grabbed a Q-tip, dipped it in the orange stuff, and rubbed it on both my nipples. She got a paper towel and wiped that off. She would tell me everything she was doing as she did it. I liked that. It made me more comforta ble. She did everything so professionally. I liked that too. She then, got a sharpie marker and marked the spots she would pierce me. She re-marked the left one. I will say my left nipple isn't normal. It's shaped a little different than my right one. Not the outer ring part but the actual nipple thing that pokes out when your nipple gets hard. So I can see why she had difficulties marking it.
She went over the breathing procedure she wanted me to do. I felt like I was taking a yoga class for a second there. She said, " I want you to inhale and exhale three times, but on the third time when you inhale I'm going to tell you to hold it then I'll tell you when you exhale and you'll exhale slowly and that's when I'll pierce you." Sounded simple enough. I told them I didn't want to look at my piercings until the next morning so I wasn't going to watch it get done. So I grabbed my friend Casey's hand and told her to go for it. I felt her put the clamp on. She told me to tell her if she was clamping too hard. (I had read before on BME that a piercer shouldn't clamp the clamp too hard because there's no need for that.) She didn't clamp too hard. She told me to inhale. She told me to exhale. She told me to inhale. She told me to exhale. She told me to inhale and hold. She told me to exhale slowly. As I was exhaling slowly as the needle went through I felt a ton of pres sure on my nipple. It wasn't a type of pain at all except when it poked through the entrance and the exit. She took the clamp off and the needle was in. I looked at Casey's face and she was smiling, kind of with a weird smirk. She left the needle there and said she was going to go ahead and do the left nipple.
Her and Casey switched spots and I held Casey's hand with my other hand. She asked me if I was all right. I felt fine. I felt good. I was so happy I was getting it done and really excited that it didn't hurt like I thought it might have. I felt her clamp my left nipple. She told me to tell her if it was pinching. It wasn't. She told me to inhale and then to exhale. She told me to inhale again and then to exhale. She told me to inhale and hold, then, to exhale slowly. It felt the same as the first time. Just a lot of pressure and a poke at the entrance and the exit of the piercing. I was so happy. I sighed in relief. Then, I looked at Casey's face and could tell that something was wrong. Then the piercer chick said the most horrifying words you could hear while getting pierced. "I think I'm going to have to restick you." I was so upset. I asked why. Keep in mind I wasn't looking at my piercings until the next day. She said to look at them. I didn't want to. I looked at C asey and asked her if it was really fucked up. She said it was. I was thinking in my head. No, yes, no, yes, no, yes, no, yes, no, yes. Then I told the piercer chick no. She said, "Are you sure?" I said, "Yes." She said, "Are you positive?" I was silent. I couldn't talk. I tried, but nothing came out. So I mouthed to her, "Do it." She was like, "Okay." So she took out the needle. That kind of hurt. She re-clamped me and told me to inhale and hold. Then, told me to exhale slowly. (Yes, she pierced me the first breath this time) It hurt. I won't lie. It hurt the second time. She was done though. She said, "There, that is so much better than the first time." I looked at Casey with teary eyes and Casey was smiling and said, "Yes, it is better."
I couldn't hold out much longer and I let two tears fall from each eye. Casey was laughing at me. I was like, "It's not funny!" Then the piercer chick said she would put the rings in now. She put the rings in. This hurt way more on the left nipple. The right nipple barely hurt. Then she put the captive beads in and I was good to go. I drank some ice water and I was extremely sensitive. It was a pain to put my seat belt on. I did though. I just held it away from my chest. I felt every bump in the road the whole way home. I found out when I got home that putting a bra on helped a lot. Without one, the shirt would rub on the rings and make them throb. A bra held them in place and made them less prone to being mutilated any more than they already had been. I think the whole having to pierce my left nipple twice was a punishment for not getting it done professionally. But hey, it only cost me fifteen dollars, which my wonderful friend Greg paid in return for a Mudvayne binn y.
It's been about a month since I got them pierced and their healing awesomely. They look great. They feel great. I clean them once a day with dial antibacterial soap and water. I still have crustiness but that'll go away soon, hopefully. I'll hopefully be able to change the ring in about another month just to be safe. Peace.