Transformation through Piercing

I would have never thought of getting my nipples pierced because my nipples were (keyword) inverted. There would be nothing to actually pierce beyond the aeriola, so I was discouraged for a long time thinking that it would not have been possible, although much desired. Nor did I imagine that it would be aesthetically pleasing. Well, I was very wrong about all of that, and this is why I have chosen to share my personal experience.  I never even knew what it was to have a hard nipple. You couldn’t pinch my non-existent nipples even if you tried. They just weren’t there. Because of having my nipples pierced I have for the first time in my entire life had sensation in my nipples.
My friend mentioned to me that he was having a get together and that he would be doing piercings at his apartment, so I thought this would be the perfect opportunity to get pierced by someone I knew in an intimate atmosphere. I had had enough piercers tell me that it was possible to get my nipples pierced, although it might be somewhat difficult. I was willing to take the chance at this point as I had nothing to lose. I had heard stories from some who claimed that they lost sensitivity in their nipples from getting them pierced, but I was starting from zero anyway. I even invited a friend to come along and witness the spectacle, which he did, with some wincing. I had many witnesses that night and I suddenly felt as though it was turning more into a performance art space as I looked around the room to see at least eight or so people watching. I guess I was feeling rather exhibitionist that night, so I was comfortable amidst the crowd of onlookers.
I sat with a mixture of anxiousness and excitement as my friends were preparing the tools and equipment. The one who was to actually pierce me was an apprentice piercer receiving instruction. This was an even bigger risk that I was to take, but again, I felt there was nothing to lose. So not only were my non-existent nipples his biggest challenge yet, I was trusting him with needle in hand and clamp on my breast as his “guinea pig” of sorts. So now it was the moment of truth as the needle was sliding through me. I felt the biggest surge of adrenaline passing through my body. My pores were opened, as I began to perspire and breathe heavily. I looked down upon my breast to see the needle resting in place. Not even a drop of blood was shed. The jewelry was put into place and we were on to the next nipple! This time there was one drop of blood, but still quite a minute amount.
Now I was spreading my arms wide to signal to my voyeurs that I needed some space. The room was feeling a bit congested at that point due to the overwhelming sensation I was feeling. If I could relive that experience, I would most definitely, without even blinking. I felt an intimate connection to my friend afterwards. Going to sleep that night was definitely tricky, as I was feeling fragile.
Back at my college, I was trying my best to keep this to myself. I wanted it to be my little secret. Normally hiding pierced nipples would seem simple, but my usual attire consisted of leotards and tight-fitting wardrobe. I actually went to the extent of wearing two layers of leotards, in the interest of warding off those who might pass unwanted judgement (about 90% of my peers). I did quite well with the said disguise, only sharing my new nipples with a few select trustees. This was during the winter months, and I will never forget how I would feel every time I stepped out into the cold weather. Regardless of what I wore I was constantly reminded of the steel that was resting within my flesh, and a wave of sensation would wash over me bringing me a heightened awareness of my nipples. For the first time in my life!! It was amazing, and literally quite breathtaking. I was 20 at the time, but to think that I had never before then even experienced cold or hard nipples… i t was mind boggling!
I was to experience the joy of my new nipples and the sensual urges that came along with that for a brief 6 weeks. It was at this point that I was in the shower and noticed that my nipple was transparent and could reveal the jewelry through the skin. I was a bit shocked and worried. When I consulted my friend he advised that I remove the jewelry sooner rather than later to avoid excessive scar tissue, so I took heed of his advice and reluctantly removed the ring.
Although the jewelry was no longer in place, the memory was there physically. Sad as I was to lose the piercing, I found that just having pierced them that one time allowed me to gain more nipple function, that is, to experience nipples for the first time. Never in all the piercings I have had has there been such a transformation such as this one. I have had out of body experiences and feelings of ascension to only be left with some scars or a keloid, but to be left with a set of nipples? What a gift!
I later had them pierced a second time, and now a third (becoming an addiction of sorts?), but it was the 1st experience that has prompted me in my continued efforts to keep the piercings.