>From the time I realized, at age thirteen or fourteen, that people in their right mind were going to the local tattoo and body piercing shop to have their nipples pierced, I knew that I had to have it for myself. The few females friends that I had in middle and high school were beautiful girls with larger breasts. They lovingly teased my A cups, but it always made me feel bad. Short of stuffing my bra for the rest of my life, I knew that I had to do something to raise my self esteem, and nipple piercings seemed like just the thing to do.
At A Glance Author Bunny Contact alternapixie@bolt.com IAM ToolBunny When A week ago Artist Phil Studio 4th Street Tattoo Location Hattiesburg, Mississippi Finally after four years of waiting, an idiotic attempted self piercing that was botched, and months of getting my nerves up, I was ready to go. There was only one thing holding me back. The piercer at my normal shop is my ex boyfriend's brother. Since the relationship did not end well and his brother naturally took his side, I didn't feel comfortable letting him see me shirtless, especially when he had needles in his hand.
Luckily for me, I was turned onto 4th Street Tattoo. I had my navel pierced there, and six days later, I felt ready to have my nipples pierced. I made a spontaneous decision that I wanted it done that day, and my fiancee Bryan agreed to take me after our work out. While we were getting ready to go, I was pretty nervous. Even though I'm not afraid of needles and am usually excited when I get new work done, I couldn't help feeling a little uptight about taking my shirt off in front of someone I had only met once and letting him shove sharp objects through my nipples.
Bryan dropped me off at the shop and went across the street to buy a Big Red for me. (It's a ritual for me to drink one of these after a piercing or tattoo.) I walked up to the counter and saw Phil's friendly face smiling at me. He asked me how I was doing and made small talk for a few moments. He asked what I would like to have done, and even though I said that I wanted my nipples pierced in the lowest voice I could, the large group of people standing behind me heard and got quiet. They started muttering various comments about me, and the tattoo artist at the shop went over to them and said something that lead to them leaving pretty quickly. Bryan came into the shop as I was filling out the consent form. We looked at the flash on the walls as Phil was getting everything ready in the back room. Two girls started asking me about my tattoos, and we spoke for a while about the matching foot tattoos they were about to get.
Phil came back up front and told Bryan and me to come in the back. He shut the door behind us, blocking the people in the other room from seeing me. I grinned when I heard that the Beatles's Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band album was playing on the stereo system. Phil made sure I was watching as he opened the the autoclave bags containing the tools he would be using. "Okay," he said to me. "I'm going to get you to stand here in front of me like we did with your navel so I can mark your nipples evenly." For half a second I blushed, knowing that I had to take my shirt off, but Phil is a very professional and extremely nice guy, so he put me at ease. (Knowing that he and Bryan worked together years ago helped out as well. I didn't feel like I was letting a stranger fondle me in front of the man I'm going to marry.) Phil marked my nipples, and then asked Bryan to help me make sure the placement was even and to my liking. We agreed that it was fine, and Phil threw t he marker away and told me to have a seat in the chair.
The first thing I noticed when I sat down is that the back of the chair was raised up more than when I was there to have my navel pierced. That would have been okay, except that there was a mirror directly across from me in the room, and for once I didn't really want to watch this piercing. Phil asked if I was nervous about this piercing, and I laughed and admitted that I a little nervous. He nodded and said, "Well you know, I had my septum pierced, and it hurt a lot more than my nipples. This won't be a thing for you." Then Phil put the clamps on my left nipple, which was a tad bit painful since he had to tug on it a few times to get the placement on the marks. Bryan stood to my left and put his hand on the back of my head and played with my hair. Once he was satisfied that the placement was correct, he reached over for the needle and put it up to me. "Okay Hon," he said to me. "Just take a few deep breaths for me...in your nose and out through your mouth." Before I h ad a chance to even think about it, the needle was through. Bryan grunted and said that he had looked away for half a second and missed it. After Phil put the jewelry in, I looked at the mirror that was across from me and couldn't take my eyes off myself. I barely even felt the clamps being put on my right nipple because I was so enamored with having a shiny piece of jewelry dangling from me. Phil picked up the other needle and put it up to me, and he began instructing me on breathing again. Unfortunately this one did not go as well as the other. The piercing went just as quickly, but it was much more painful. I squirmed and said a few choice words through clenched teeth. By the time I was done, the jewelry was in and he was busy putting the balls into my captive bead rings.
"Alright, you're all done, Girl. You look awesome." I looked down and smiled happily. Bryan bent down to inspect and gave me his approval. Phil told me to sit there for a minute or two if I needed it and went to wash his hands. Bryan helped me pull my shirt back up (I stupidly didn't wear a bra), and I got him to get the fifty dollars for the piercing and the tip out of my pocket to give to Phil. Once he came back and Bryan had given him the money, Phil went over the aftercare with me, which he said was basically like my navel (clean off with non-scented antibacterial soap two or three times a day, sea salt soaks if they were painful). He said that especially for the first few days, I would probably want to keep a bra on almost all the time to keep my nipples from rubbing against anything.
Bryan and I left and came back home after stopping to buy some food. I decided to go ahead and clean them, just to get the marker off. It hurt. A LOT. I had to get Bryan to come in the bathroom and help me put a bra and shirt on, because moving my arms up made my nipples stretch and made a quite unpleasant, stinging sensation. It has now been a week since I had them done, and they're doing much better, even though they're still a bit sore every once in a while when I bump them or snag the rings accidentally. I've found that the easiest way to clean them is while I'm in the shower, but if I'm not, I usually take a washcloth with warm water on it and hold it over my nipples for a few minutes to loosen the skin up. I lather some medicated antibacterial soap (it's just like Provon, just in a bar) in my hands and lightly rub it over the piercing. I make sure to turn the rings until the ball touches my nipple both ways. Then I run some lukewarm water over my nipples (I do n't let the direct stream do it, I redirect it with my hand) and continue turning the rings until I'm sure all the soap is out. After that, I mix up sea salt with warm water in a small cup and soak my nipples for ten minutes each. This really helps a lot.
I'm very glad that I had this piercing done. I was right, it really did help me feel better about my breasts. Even my fiancee, who says that I was beautiful before, says that me having my nipples pierced makes me even more attractive and is a turn on. I would definately recommend this piercing to anyone who is thinking about it, as it is physically attractive, as well as great for your self esteem. What more could you want?