I had been thinking about getting a vertical hood done in periods, but I had never done anything about it. One night, as the urge fell in again, I started looking it up more carefully than I had ever done, telling myself that this time I'd actually do it.
At A Glance Author ppow Contact ppow@bme.anon When It just happened Artist Anton Studio East Street Location Stockholm The same night, my friend that now lives outside Stockholm, but were "at home" visiting, came online as I was browsing through the experience stories, and I showed her a picture. She was pretty horrified but told me that if I wanted one, I should go for it! She signed out, and just as she did, I remembered that she was going back to Stockholm two days later, so I simply called her up and asked if I could come with her and get "that darn piercing." She was thrilled to get some company on her way down, and on Monday morning we left, with another friend of mine, Emelie, that was going to get her eyebrow pierced.
The 2½ hour long trip, I was babbling constantly, feeling my stomach turn and my head feeling light as a feather, which was weird, since I never get nervous at all.
Well, finally we got to East Street, and we went in. I told Emelie that she should go first, as I was way to nervous to even talk at the moment, but when the guy at the desk asked us how he could help us, I blurted out "I WANT A VERTICAL HOOD!!" almost like I was afraid that if I didn't say it then, It would never be said. Alright, he said, not surprised at all, and we both paid and went downstairs. Sara, the other girl followed. We sat down in a couch and the owner came by and talked a little to us, making us (me!) feel very comfortable.
A moment later, Anton came down and showed us into a little room where we would get our bodies some sparklies. He asked who wanted to go first, and of course I just wanted to get it done and over with, so I dropped my pants and placed my head in one friends lap, holding the other ones hand as hard as I could, as I was getting sweaty. He started to clean things up a little bit, which I truly hope was a standard procedure and not just because I was dirty, as I had cleaned my hoo-hoo very thoroughly in the morning before we left. We made some small talk, and I was amazed over how undramatic he made it seem, since I had imagined it to be much more intimate, or at least that I had felt a little awkward , or however that feeling is, showing my most holy parts to a total stranger, but no, it was great. I guess it was partly because of the very clinical environment, and I'm not saying that in a bad way, not at all, It felt like going to the doctor or something, that he was doing his job (that I voluntarily asked for) and he had done it before, seeing quite a lot of naked ladies and guys.
Alright, as I laid there, thinking about nothing but talking about pretty much everything, I felt some discomfort. I asked him what it was, and he told me not to worry, it was just the recieving tube that is used to get the jewelry in easier that hurt a little. Alright, I said, continuing my talk to whoever wanted to listen, and suddenly stopped to ask him not to tell me when he did it. Alright he said, pushing the needle through. From what I have understood from the experience stories I've read, it either doesn't hurt at all, or it hurts like hell. I'll go with the latter crowd. I could hear myself grasping for air, and my body just... bent like a bow. Seriously, it was the worst pain I've ever felt in one teeny tiny little place ever, and I have gone through with alot without a sound. As soon as I was done breathing, the piercer told me to just relax, and poof, the pain was all gone. He put in the jewelry, and my mouth started blabbering again, this time because of the relie f. When I stopped for some air, he told me to get up and take a look. And wow! There it was! My pimped up pretty parts! My face cracked up in a smile, and he asked me if I was happy with it. Heck yeah! We went upstairs again, and Sara's boyfriend who drove us into town was surprised, since he had put an hours worth of money in the parking meter, not thinking I was ever going to do it.
So here I am now, with my vertical hood piercing. It's a little sore, and a little swollen, so I haven't given it a "test run" yet, but even if it doesn't raise my sex to heavenly levels, I'm gonna love it and care for it for the rest of my life..