I got the urge almost 2 years ago. It wasn't necessarily of a rebellious nature, though that might have been appropriate given that I was moving beyond the whole childlike believing-my-parent's-overly-religious-bullshit stage. I had driven or walked by a certain tattoo and piercing parlor numerous times, and on each occasion it had spiked my interest in an unusually enticing way. I started daydreaming about possibilities, and asking around about it. I had nothing pierced, not even my ears. I had been told by a doctor after an e-coli related blood illness that my skin might have a terrible tendency to scar and reject. Even that didn't quench the feeling of wanting to get one done, however. I was still a bit hesitant to act on it, though.
At A Glance Author L1ly4 Contact cestlavie082603@yahoo.com When Six months ago Artist he was highly unprofessional, i won't bother saying Studio Chaotikk Location york PA Then, on November 13th of 2004, I just randomly went inside. I walked straight to the price sheet, inspected it, then noticing that there was no one else there waiting for service, I looked up and there was a large, very tattooed, very serious man staring back at me. I smiled nervously (very nervously), and proceeded to force out a distinct "nipples." I still have no idea why I chose to do them first, out of anything. I suppose it had been my plan all along, I just had always liked the look. It was a daring enough piercing to make me feel like I had done something different and yet not so uncommon that I would be terrified. I repeated my choice and without a word, he handed me the paperwork. I was shaking rather noticeably as I filled it out, but I recognized that it was mostly excitement, rather than fear so I just went with it. Once I had filled the paperwork out, I handed it back, and the guy was immediately all business (to be honest, he seemed like he was robot sometimes). He instructed me to sit on the edge of the table, facing away from the store entrance. There was no back room, which was my first shock. I now know this to be quite unprofessional. People walked in during the process and while they couldn't see very well as I had my back to them, it was still unnerving to have them in the same room. The man gave me the first timer's speech about how it would feel and what sort of care would be required, which quite honestly went clear over my head at the time because I was bracing myself mentally. He told me to lift my shirt and bra, after which I noted that flashing a huge unfriendly tattooed man would have been last on my list of acceptable activities in any other context. I tried not to laugh nervously, and mostly succeeded. It was just very strange and unsettling, very different from anything I had done. I suddenly appreciated his lack of visible personality. His non-reaction to the sight of boobs was a given to most who have some experience with piercing I'm sure, but at the time it surp "\Ãw` rised me. He marked them and then got the equipment ready. I remember looking at the needle and gulping quite a bit. He told me to breathe in and out slowly 3 times. The first two were fine, but I knew it was going to come on the third breath so that one came out like I was dying, all ragged and nervous-like. Which made me laugh. Next thing I knew, the first ring was in. They were 14 g. and while it smarted momentarily, it did not feel at all like the colossal amount of pain I anticipated. It was rather like getting a shot of adrenaline. I lost some of my nervousness. The next one hurt a bit more, however. I yelped, much to my surprise. I looked down and two half circles were protruding from my nipples. It was an immediate sense of pride and excitement. The guy finished each ring by placing a steel ball in the space between the two ends of the halfcircles, and he gave me more instructions on how to care for them. He told me I'd have to wash them three times a day and try to resist playing with them for a few days at least, both of which I knew I'd have difficulty doing. Then, it was all over. Once I put my shirt down, I had only the mild soreness to remind me that my body had been altered. I was in a very good mood the rest of the day, it was all I could do not to keep looking at them gleefully. This was the start of a beautiful thing between me and piercing .
For the next few days, it was admittedly rather a nightmare to care for them. I used simple hand antibacterial that didn't require water, except that I used water. It worked really well, and within 3 days, the rings moved easily and no longer hurt. In fact, the sensation was very much a positive one. Soon I was plotting my second piercing....(to be continued ;)