Since getting pierced before I was turned 18 was not an option, I never gave it much serious thought. However, once I was able to without a parent's consent, I became obsessed with the idea. I started out with wanting a lip piercing. I love the way they look on so many people, but seeing as how I was broke and unable to get to a piercing parlor, I couldn't right away. During the time I was waiting to get enough money and a ride, I saw a picture of the Christina. A year ago, I would have never even thought about a genital piercing, given that I was extremely shy and timid. Even as I began to do more research on the piercing, I didn't really believe that I would have enough courage to actually get it. I was also a bit put off by the high rejection rate. But I continued to think about it, and look at pictures of it, and my adoration grew. In about a week, I was determined. If nothing else, this piercing would help me to overcome my remaining self-consciousness about my body. I still had no money, so I spent hours doing lawn and pool work for my mom to earn enough.
At A Glance Author Michelle Contact sexndreamutilities@gmail.com When It just happened Artist Molly Studio Warrior Location Levittown, PA I asked my boyfriend, James, to go with me to Warrior in Levittown, PA to help keep me calm. I only recently got my license, and the drive there left me a little shook up. I had to have James park the car for me. I really didn't feel as nervous as I must have seemed, but apparently I was shaking pretty badly when I went in. There were two girls working, and I told them that I wanted my lip pierced and a Christina. I asked if they used a surface barbell, and she said they could, but it would be a little more expensive for the jewelry. I was fine with that. If I was going to get this piercing, I was going to make every effort to prevent rejection. I signed the necessary paper, paid, and headed to the back of the store behind the privacy wall and curtain.
My piercer's name was Molly, and she decided to do the Christina first, so I wouldn't have to worry about it. I took off my pants and waited awkwardly while my boyfriend tried to calm me down with silly jokes and I tried to stop shaking. I was more comfortable than I thought I would be when she was getting ready. The music playing also helped to keep me calm, especially when Molly started singing along to Honky Tonk Women. James held my hand as she put the clamps on and told me to close my eyes. It did hurt. I can't lie. I jumped about a mile and gasped while my legs clamped up. James later told me it looked like I had an orgasm, but I can tell you it certainly didn't feel like one. The pain only lasted for a split second though, so it really wasn't too bad. They kept telling me to relax my legs, which took me a while. I was finally able to, and she put the barbell in, which didn't hurt at all. When she had finished, I thoroughly admired it. It was lovely; even better than I had imagined. I put my pants and shoes back on, and she went ahead and pierced my lip (the left side, I finally decided). That hurt a little, but not as much as the Christina. When everything was over, I was pretty shaky still, and not really thinking when I left a pretty bad tip. I felt so bad later when I thought about it. I have to go back in two weeks for a check-up, so I'll tip again then.
Later that night, my James and I realized that getting pierced in those two particular spots at the same time was a bit of a silly idea, but we made do. It's been three days so far, and Christina is looking very good. It hurts a little once in a while when I shift in an odd direction. On a trip to the mall the day after I made the mistake of wearing jeans, and was forced to walk with a weird waddle while holding the front of my pants away from my crotch. Overall, I am very pleased with the way it seems to be healing. I can't stop looking at it, which has earned me some odd glances in public places. I am overall thrilled with my experience and have a tremendous urge to show everyone I talk to. This is such an enormous change from how I was a year ago, when I was unbelievably timid about my body. I can't help but be proud of myself.