This is a tale of my spontaneous decision to get my nipple pierced. It was actually about a year and a half ago - August of 2001. It had been six months since I had gotten my navel pierced (which my father had taken me to get done), and I started getting that itch and craving for a new set of holes in my body. I asked my parents if they would allow me to get another piercing - they said no. I pled my case with several different piercings: tongue, lip, eyebrow, nose, EAR - each one, they shot down. That's when I decided that whatever I got would have to be kept concealed, and I would need to keep it low-profile. At that point in time, my ears and my navel were the only other piercings I had, so I wasn't feeling bold enough to get any part of my genitalia pierced. So, I decided on my nipple - it was as daring as I wanted to be, and I felt it would suit me nicely.
At A Glance Author Mel Contact Mel@bme.anon When A year ago Location Irving, TX By word-of-mouth at school, I had heard of a place in Irving that would pierce minors without parental consent, and decided to head out there the next day and see what kind of progress I could make.
I mentioned my plan to my friend, and she herself, wanting to add another piercing to her "collection", decided to accompany me and see how she felt after watching me undergo the procedure.
The following day, Friday, after I got out of school, I drove by the bank, and took out enough money to pay for my piercing. I came home and printed out directions to the piercing studio. My parents were attending my sister's basketball game that evening, so it gave us plenty of time to head out there and get back. Soon after my parents left, we started out on our mission.
After getting lost and driving around for an hour, we finally came up on what looked like a trailer-sized building. I'm talking, small. So small that we had passed it twice and hadn't even noticed it. Ignoring any apprehensions I may have had, I grit my teeth and went in.
Inside there were three men - one getting a tattoo, one giving the tattoo, and one lounging around talking to the other two. The man that was just sitting around got up and came over to the counter.
"Helloooo," I said nervously. "I was, uh, wondering if I could get my nipple pierced?"
He eyed me suspiciously, which made me even more nervous. Maybe I had made a mistake in coming in the first place. "How old are you?" he asked.
"Sixteen," I answered, diverting my eyes. He turned and looked at the man giving the tattoo, with a questioning look. The tattooer shrugged.
He turned back to me and said, "State law says eighteen."
"I understand that," I shot back, "but if you as a professional will not do it, then I will be forced to do it myself." He laughed, which made me yet even MORE uncomfortable.
"Wait outside, let me confer with my cohort, here." My friend and I stepped outside and had a cigarette. About ten or fifteen minutes went by, then the man that had been getting the tattoo came outside, got in his car, and left. That's when the other two men came out and retrieved us.
"We'll pierce you, we just didn't want to agree to it in front of him - God only knows who's a snitch these days." I smiled, and followed them back in.
The man prepared the room and the needle, and just before he was ready to have me come in, my friend decided she wanted to get hers done as well. So, we waited as she drove to an ATM down the street.
When she came back, he had me come in and lie down in the chair. He asked me which one I wanted pierced, and I decided on the left. So, he told me to pull my shirt and bra up, which I did, and he swabbed some alcohol on. He talked me through what he was doing, although I was pretty nervous, so I just smiled and nodded. My friend held my hand - more like, I squeezed the hell out of her hand. What happened next went by in a blur, and before I knew it, my hoop was in. All I remember is a quick, sharp pain, and then the odd sensation of pressure.
I got up, pulled my shirt down, paid him, and sat with my friend while she got hers pierced. She paid him, and he walked us to the door. He didn't go over any after-care procedures at all.
I didn't wait long enough for it to heal before I decided to slip in a barbell. I think that I accidentally pierced another hole on the side it came out on, because now, right underneath it, it gets all bubbly and pus-y from time to time. I eventually went back f to get my other one done, and it has healed very nicely. I love them, and I love the reactions I get when people find out I have them done. I'm looking to add my own "collection" as soon as my 18th birthday sneaks around here in a few days. Finally, I can let the world know, and not get in trouble!