Erik made me do it.
At A Glance Author fascinatingnewthing02 Contact fascinatingnewthing02@yahoo.com When A month ago Artist Kelly Studio The Music Box Location Amarillo, TX I can hear his protests now. Okay, so he didn't make me do it, but he certainly set the wheels in motion. Erik and I work together at a bank. This means no visible body modifications, a conservative dress code, and an overall soul-stifling environment. He is what keeps me sane while I make a living, and he is truly a kindred spirit. One Monday after a particularly meaningful weekend in Nashville, Tennessee, Erik mentioned getting a tattoo to commemorate his enlightenment. Would I go with him?
I took a few minutes and considered his request. I had spent three years in a relationship that was light years beyond unhealthy. During this time, I lost myself completely. I did things I never thought I would do in my life that altered the way I lived my life. It definitely took the shiny off, if you know what I mean. Two years post-incredibly horrendous break up, I was finally learning what it meant to be me. Not only would I go with him for his tattoo, I would get one of my own!
Erik and I were on the schedule to work that Saturday, so we decided to go after we got off. Erik already had a design in mind for his first tattoo, but I had no idea what I would want. I spent the next day contemplating what kind of tattoo I would get. Placement was one concern for me. It couldn't show while I was working. I wanted something feminine, small, and meaningful. I looked at hearts, flowers, kanji...and nothing seemed right! There was no way I could commit to putting something on my body forever if I had any doubts about it.
I am sure if anyone had been around at the time, they would have seen the cartoon light bulb over my head click on and illuminate me. It had been close to eight years since I got my last piercing, a standard navel when I was 16. Hmm. I could always get a new piercing. There were plenty of hidden, pierceable spots left. If I did not like it, I could always take it out. Scars fade in time. No one would even have to know. It could be my own little secret. That decided the matter for me. I would get a new piercing.
When considering where to add a little metal, I knew, immediately and inexplicably, that I wanted a genital piercing. Meticulous researcher that I am, I entered "female genital piercing," into Google which yielded a plethora of resources. Elayne Angel's website, www.ringsofdesire.com, was a fount of information and images. The first piercing to catch my eye was a vertical clitoral hood, or a VCH. I immediately feel in love on an aesthetic level. It was gorgeous. In my mind, I could see my girly bits, an area I normally don't think of as pretty, adorned with shining steel. According to the master piercer, a VCH heals very quickly and yields maximum pleasure for the pain investment. The more I read, the more convinced I become that a vertical hood is what I wanted.
However, I wanted to know more than just the technical aspects of a VCH. I wanted to know what women who had been pierced thought and felt about it. Enter BMEzine.com. I started reading through all of the vertical hood piercing experiences I could find. Wow. The experiences definitely gave me a realistic idea of what to expect. They came from women who had been there, done that, and lived to tell the tale. I could not wait to share an encounter of my own!
After deciding on what kind of piercing and when to do it, I only had to pin down the where. Bear in mind that I live in a smallish town in the Texas Panhandle, so my options were limited. Three studios in town do genital piercings, and only one had female piercing artists. Do not scold me for wanting a female piercer. Call me crazy, but I find it rather difficult to take my pants off in front of a guy that has yet to buy me a drink! So I called The Music Box, and inquired about a female piercer for a VCH. The guy who answered the phone (I'm sorry his name has fled my mind!), said that appointments weren't necessary and that Kelly would be able to take care of me on any time Saturday. Perfect. All I had to do was make it through the rest of the week, which was no easy task!
That week could not have gone by any slower without bringing time to a grinding halt. I couldn't stop thinking about, reading experiences about, looking at pictures of vertical clitoral hood piercing. When Saturday rolled around, I could hardly contain my excitement. The plan was that Erik would be my moral support while I was pierced. I would then keep him company while he got his tattoo. After the longest three hours of work I have ever tolerated, Erik and I headed down the street to Starbucks so we could hang out until our respective studios opened. I called The Music Box again to make sure Kelly would be available to do my piercing that day. My heart sank when he said that Kelly was busy with a tattoo, but he placed me on hold and asked when she would be ready for me. Like a phoenix rising from the ashes, my heart soared on fiery wings when he came back on the line and said, "Be here at 2:30 and Kelly will get you pierced." Erik's appointment was at one, giving me plenty of time to bear witness for him prior to my piercing.
I won't go into detail about Erik's tattoo because that is his story to tell. However, I will say that it turned out amazing! About twenty minutes into his tattoo, I told Erik that I had decided to go it alone for my piercing. This had less to do with not wanting Erik around (he would have been out in the lobby anyway!), but more to do with what this piercing meant for me. I was going to leave the brokenhearted girl behind. A new woman would emerge from The Music Box. She would have endured pain and healed. She would smile knowingly, keeping a secret of metal in her pants from all but the most worthy. At 2:15, I skipped to my car thinking, "Let's get this show on the road!"
It took a whole five minutes to make the drive across town, but it felt like an eternity. I finally parked in the lot next to The Music Box and made my way inside. The lobby was teeming with people looking at flash, browsing their jewelry selections, and waiting for their turn in the chair. Determined, I approached the counter and let the guy know that I was there for a VCH piercing with Kelly. Two tons of weight lifted from my shoulders with the admission. The new woman was beginning to burst free from the shackles of the girl. I handed over my ID, filled out all the required paperwork, and put eighty dollars on my Visa. I was still a little early, so I hung out in the shop while Kelly got everything ready. When Kelly came to take me back to the piercing area, I felt a rush of excitement. This was it. I was about to have a needle in my girly bits!
Kelly was awesome from the start. We made some small talk and I cracked a few jokes about my mother telling me to wear my good undies to break the ice. After a few laughs we got down to business. Kelly started asking me questions about placement and jewelry. She was a little surprised that I had done extensive investigation on my new piercing. I already knew I wanted a vertical piercing, and I did the Q-Tip test to make sure I was suited for it. We looked at several different pieces of jewelry and decided on a 16 gauge curved barbell. Kelly left the piercing area to let me de-pants, returning when I had hopped into the chair (very much like a dentist's!) and slid my bum to the edge of the seat.
Kelly laughed, disbelieving, when I told her I wasn't even nervous. Honestly, it was probably because I didn't see the needle. As she is cleaning the area, Kelly told me I have the perfect anatomy for a VCH, which made me happy. Even before it is done, I found myself looking forward to having this piercing for a long time. I didn't even feel the receiving tube when Kelly slid it into place. Kelly told me to take a big breath in and exhale. I felt a nanosecond of sharp pain that I can't liken to anything else I have felt before. It was as if a brilliant white light blossomed in front of my eyes and faded away. All I could think was, 'Oh. That must have been the needle.' I guess the fact that I didn't make any noise had a Kelly a little worried.
"Are you alright?" she asked. "You didn't even scream." I didn't know I was supposed to!
"I am great!"
And I was. There was absolutely no pain whatsoever. Kelly handed me a hand mirror as I sat up to look at my newly pierced hood. Beautiful. Spectacular. I fell head over heels in love with the shiny metal nestled in my most private place. It looked like it belonged there. I resisted the overwhelming urge to touch it and instead put my panties and jeans back on.
We went over the aftercare sheet, and it was standard. There was to be no sex for at least two weeks. In addition, I couldn't touch it without washing my hands thoroughly with antibacterial soap. Kelly recommended sea salt soaks or sterile saline solution twice a day instead of washing with antibacterial soap. She directed me to call or come back in if I had any problems or questions. After a quick hug, Kelly told me I was the coolest chick she had ever pierced.
I love my VCH. I have had zero issues during healing. There was no pain, bruising, or bleeding at all. It has healed faster than any other piercing I have. While I haven't had any spontaneous orgasms taking the stairs, reading erotica has definitely been more entertaining. As a single girl, I have only taken a solo test drive. I will just say....my god. One month later, I am looking into making my first genital piercing the start of a genital project, with plans for two Princess Diana piercings as well as a labial corset. I guess that savings account will come in handy now!
I was right about how I felt after my VCH piercing. I walked out of The Music Box a changed woman. There was a secret in my pants. That secret gave me confidence I have never known before. I stopped caring about what everyone else thought of me. All that mattered was how I felt, what I thought. Who would have thought that a tiny piece of metal could transform my world?
If you are reading my experience, wondering whether to go through with it, do not doubt yourself. The pain is fleeting. You are strong. You are a woman! Go for it.