I have wanted my nipples pierced since I was 16 and on vacation. I called my best friend to see how she was doing and she said she thought we should get our nipples pierced our senior year, I mean let's face it, they're so much cooler then best friend rings and we couldn't agree on matching tattoos. So for two years I pined away wanting to get my nipples pierced.
At A Glance Author Kat Contact Kat@bme.anon When A week ago Artist blond guy Studio Asylum Location Ames, Iowa Finally, came my senior year. My friend had unfortunately become "with child" and decided it was not in her best interest to get them done. But none the less when my 18th birthday rolled around I went to Ames with my friends Amanda and Lisa (for moral support). First, we went to Lasting Impressions because they have a female piercer. However, they magically had upped the price twenty dollars from when I had called them on the phone a half-hour earlier. So I decided to take my business across the street to the Asylum. I had started to get nervous, and my moral support squad was starting to fall apart. I was excited to get it done, but nervous that it would hurt. Since I'm sort of a wimp, the pain thing was a rather large turn off. Amanda had taken to telling me to not getting it done while Lisa was telling me to "suck it up". I signed the papers and wrote the guy out my check. He said I would have to wait 15 minutes until the piercer was ready.
During this 15 minutes panic set in. I eventually slumped to the floor to sit down and wait my turn. After what seemed like 30 seconds the man came out and said he was ready for me. I got up and wandered back to the room. Amanda and Lisa followed, each looking as nervous as I felt. I asked the man if they could come in with me and after giving me an odd look he allowed them to enter. I took off my sweatshirt, handed it to Amanda, and then I removed my tee shirt and tossed that at Lisa. So there I was, standing in a red bra and jeans in front of a random stranger and my two friends. I started to feel a little awkward as I walked over to the guy. He looked at me for a second and then said "you know you're going to have to take that off, right?" motioning to my bra. So after a seconds hesitation I slid my bra off. I looked around as he cleaned off my nipples; I started to feel a bit embarrassed as he marked them. (I mean how many people are really used to having people stare at their nipples so intensely?). He told me to sit down and began to put the little clamp thing on them. Lisa asked me if I wanted to hold her hand and I gratefully accepted. I closed my eyes and squeezed them shut, I felt the needle slide through and found myself gripping my friend's hand.
After the one was done I was not so sure of getting the other one done. The man said he would get me water so I could have a minute and think it over. I turned to face my friends (THAT was pretty awkward now that I think about it). After taking a few sips of water I had found my resolve and began joking with the guy. He was seeing me half-naked, why not have a little fun while I was there? So as he went to do the other one I remarked "try not to hurt the girls, they're part of the act". It was at that point Amanda asked how I was going to keep this from my parents. My response was simple "If my parents are seeing my nipples I think I have bigger things to worry about." The piercer laughed and agreed with me.
Amazingly, the second piercing felt less painful then the first and I gazed down at my chest with a sense of pride and felt the need to comment to my friends about "how cute they were". I slid my bra and clothes back on and walked out into the freezing cold, only to discover that the cold caused some discomfort.
The next day I walked into my small town hick school only to be met by a mass of kids asking me if I had "really done it". Anxious to prove myself I dragged girls out of my art class and into the bathroom and showed them, I also showed a few other girls, much to the men's objections and claims of sexual discrimination.
Now it was during this time I began to worry about my parents finding out. In particular my mom, since she owns 52% of my car and would have no problems in selling off my 48% without my approval. I guarded myself carefully although I felt horrible for lying to her. One night while on AOL IM I began chatting with my brother-in-law (who normally is pretty cool about stuff) and I confided in him what I had done. However, leave it to him to be the one time he was untrustworthy. The little punk told my sister (who is generally a pretty big nark). In turn my sister threatened to expose me to my mother unless I agreed to remove them. I resisted for a few days until a rather candid talk with my mother gave me the impression (in no uncertain terms) that if I had pierced any part of my body and she found out, not only would the pierced portion be forcibly removed, my car would be sold. I thought about keeping them in anyways, but eventually came to realize that there would be no point since even if she knew I wouldn't get to keep them, and it's better to not have them then to not have them with a car.
So after only 6 days my precious babies needed to be removed. I went to school with them in one last time and this time decided I needed to show them off, I showed anybody who asked and even the guys at my school got a bit of a peek. I went home that day and took them out, despite a definite rush of reluctance. After an hour, I checked on them and finding them already on their way to being closed I began to cry. I took a picture before I took them out (where I'm going to get that developed I still have to decide). However, I am still counting down the days until I leave for college, when my nipple rings and me will be united once again.