About a year ago, I was going through a phase where I wanted to get every thing I could, pierced. It wasn't because I thought it was "cool" and it wasn't because "everyone else was doing it". It was because I felt they looked good on me, and I enjoyed the way they felt. After getting about 5 piercings, excluding ears, I came to the decision that I wanted my nipple done.
At A Glance Author Ang Contact Limpfangirl@aol.com Artist Adam Studio Bad Boys Location San Jose, CA I was excited about the fact that I had made up my mind to do this, and all I could was think about how it would and how it would feel and how the actual piercing process would work. I did some research, because I was very worried about long term effects, such as breast feeding, and learned that there was a very slim chance that my breast feeding would be affected. After a few days of research, I finally convinced my friend Jennifer to go with me and give me company, and we drove down to the local tattoo/piercing parlor, Bad Boys Tattoos. It was about one in the morning, and the piercer, Adam, was waiting for me, because we had called to tell him I was on my way. For some reason, I was not nervous at all whatsoever, because I was used to the before-jitters of piercings, and I had overcome that. I had no idea what kind of pain I was about endure.
Adam brought me into the back room, and I asked if Jennifer could come with into the back room. I wanted the security of having her there with me. He said "no", and I was disappointed but quickly got settled in the brown, dentist like chair. That's when it hit me, that I didn't know what to do next! Should I take my tit out of my bra and shirt? Take my shirt off and then take my tit out of the bra? Take everything off? That's when I got the self conscience feeling. I didn't want to take my WHOLE shirt and bra off! I didn't even know this guy! What if he thought I had nasty tits? What if he thought my stomach looked all fat? I had NO idea. He was getting the supplies ready, and I finally asked him what I should do next. He told me I need to remove my shirt and bra because if I just held the tit out of my shirt, something very easily could move or go wrong or be crooked. For some reason, my insecurities quickly vanished, and I ripped off my shirt and bra. I sat in the chair, shirtless, while he finished preparing.
He got the clamp and I told him I only wanted one nipple, the right. He clamped my right nipple, and wrapped the rubber band around it. I was starting to breath heavily and he told me to relax, and that he was going to count to three, and when he gets to three, for me to exhale. He stressed to me that I CAN NOT MOVE. He said its very common for someone to jump, or jolt, or kick or punch, and that whatever happens, I can not move, because the needle can slip. I was thinking to myself, "Yeah right! Like Im going to MOVE when there is a NEEDLE going through my nipple!! And let a needle jam straight into the middle of my nipple? No way!" He started counting, with the needle ready for puncture. When he got to three, I exhaled, and the needle punctured and slid through my nipple. The needle punctuation was just one second, but it felt like a lot longer. That pain was so un expected, and so intense, that I actually gasped in, LOUD, and jolted my body upward. The pain was just so intense, that it actually felt like I had jumped out of my body, to escape it. This whole "Out-of-body-experience" was nothing major, and lasted about a mili-second. He slid the barbell through, and screwed it on. He dabbed some alcohol on it, and told me I could put my shirt on, but not my bra, so I walked out of the little room, into the waiting room, carrying my bra in my hand. Adam gave me cleaning instructions and I paid him. I showed Jennifer, and we left.
The pain quickly vanished into slight throbbing within the next hour, and was completely gone by the end of the week. I was able to wear a bra the next day. I have had it for about a year and it still needs to be cleaned once a day and I can change the jewelry whenever. It is only visible through my shirt if I were a VERY thin bra and light colored shirt. I have had no infection complications and the worst that happened with it, was when a thread on my shirt was loose and in the shape O, and it caught on my barbell when I was putting the shirt on, and yanked on it. No pain. Just said, "Oops." and tore off the string.
All in all, my experience was a great one, and I most definitely do not regret my decision, and I would encourage anyone who has been considering it, to do it. It is WELL worth it, whether it is for sexual reasons, or personal reasons.