A day in the life of Takhisiss and A_Phoenix_Lost
We started out the day, bright and early, in a fairly decent mood and looking for adventure. Seeing as there is little to do in the not so little town of Melbourne, Fl, takhisiss put forth the idea of going to the flea market for some entertainment. The girl with the purple hair (me) was game for it, having recently gotten over bronchitis and so, we loaded ourselves in the car and made the short drive to the only flea market in town.
Now, once we arrived, we remembered why it is that we don't go there that often. It's boring as shit. Seriously, we spent maybe half an hour walking, bought nothing and received more than a few odd looks due my unnatural hair color. Yeah, fuck them too.
So, having thoroughly disgusted ourselves with the lack of fun that was to be had, we went home for a brief amount of time. Yet, we were still bored and, as was the problem before, there wasn't much to do. Which is precisely the reason I keep putting forth the idea to move to a different area NY. The man of the house was of course, home, and no fun either, so we contented ourselves with playing online for a while. And that's where the real adventure begins.
For a while now, I've been toying with the idea of getting a second piercing, since I had gotten a VCH almost a year ago. Takhissis, being a piercing virgin, had been interested in getting something done as well, but she hadn't completely sold herself on the idea. Now, having already had a needle through my girly bits, I was looking for something a bit different and had decided upon double lip rings. My partner in crime decided, that if she was to get anything, it would be nipple rings. But I digress and I'm getting a little bit ahead of myself.
So here we sit, on computers and chatting with each other on yahoo, and we decided that it would be amusing to look at body jewelry. Takhissis found a lovely blue titanium steel ring set that she adored and that was enough to convince her that she needed a piercing. However, even though the studio that I'd picked out for my next piercing would not use any jewelry that was not bought from their store, she decided to purchase herself a set anyway. That sealed the deal and from there was no turning back.
Yet, for all her determination, Takhisiss wasn't sure that she was quite ready to get them as of yet. Myself, I was more than ready since I'd been through the procedure once already, albeit in a different spot. So after much debating and indecisiveness, it was decided we would go for it, after a couple of showers of course. Have I mentioned that Florida's weather in the summer is hotter than hell?
In the car we went for a second trip, however, half way there, Takhisiss decided that she no longer wanted to do it today. Perhaps it was a case of the nerves, perhaps it was not wanting her husband to find out since he was home, but regardless, she decided a detour to the mall was in order. Naturally, after having psyched myself up for my new jewelry, I was dismayed by the announcement. However, I'm always up for a trip to the mall because it generally proves to be interesting in some form or another. Yet fate was determined to smile upon my disappointed soul, and before we'd walked more than ten minutes through the mall, her courage came back with a vengeance.
"Let's do this," she said, "before I lose my nerve again!"
And so it was. A swift U-turn, much to the surprise of the people deciding to ride our asses through the mall and off we were off again!
Until we reached the entrance anyway, where I was set upon by a stranger nearly tackling me from behind. A stalker perhaps? No, just someone entranced by the purple hair and wanted to know exactly how I got it that color. We'll fast forward through the tedious part where we had to explain step by step process, along with the pros and cons of the brand of dye I use. You don't want to hear that shit anyway.
Back out into the Florida heat, in a car with no air conditioning. It's the closest to hell I expect to get before I die. But fortunately, the piercing studio was only five minutes away and we made it there before we melted or all the moisture was sucked from our bodies. Boring paper work was filled out, aftercare was described and we were reassured that no, these piercings were not anything to be afraid of.
Tip #1: When any piercer tells you this, it's a lie. A big, fat, stinking, pile of shit lie. Just ask Tak, I'm sure she'll be willing to confirm my words.
"Who want's to go first," the piercer named Anna asked, after having marked us both with her trusty side kick, the purple marker.
Myself, being the kind and generous person I am, volunteered Tak to be the one. Now, before people cry foul and ask how could I? The reasoning is simple. I've been considering getting my nipples pierced in the near future and 1. I wanted to see how painful they were and 2. I wanted to know what to expect when this piercer had two needles ready to go through my face.
Takhisiss looked at me oddly, but did not protest my actions, for I had explained this to her previously. And she had said before we got there that she was going first, so I just gave her a nudge. It was only moments later before she was seated upon the comfortable chair and the piercer had her instruments of torture laid out before her. This is where things start to go a bit awry.
Now, when I had spoke to this piercer before, she'd assured me that the piercings would be numbed, which was all to the good in my opinion. Tak had been present for that conversation, and the lady had specifically said there was a cream that she could put on surface piercings, that would numb them up completely. Sort of like novacane. We were both looking forward to this part of it anywa. Unfortunately when she laid her tools out, there was only this small tub of yellow goo.
"Lean back," she instructed to my poor friend who was already pale. And then she globbed the yellow goo directly on the needles.
At this point, I had to stop her and ask, "Aren't you going to numb the area first?"
"That's not possible," she explained, and proceeded to tell us how it didn't work topically.
You have to know that at this point, both of us were thinking 'Oh shit, what did we just sign up for?'
Still, Tak sucked it up and tried to put on her game face, even when the clamp was applied the first time. Now, she was given the option of a count down, and she refused, preferring not to know when it was coming. Myself, I couldn't go that far. But still, I dutifully stood by her side and held her hand, preparing to hear the bones in it break.
Without warning, the first needle was jammed through and the unholy sound of Tak screaming filled the air. Numbing cream = crap when applied to nipples, as I learned and even after the initial jab was over, the pain did not recede as had been promised. Now white as a sheet, Tak had her eyes squeezed closed and was hyperventilating.
"You need to calm down, the hard part is over and it should be numb!" the piercer exclaimed, though clearly her words were false.
By now, I was seriously concerned over whether or not Take was even going to be able to get the second one done, and whether or not I was going to allow her to come near my face. However, my brave companion stuck it out and determined that she was NOT going to be lopsided. The brave woman, she's got balls bigger than any male I know.
So, switching sides, and hands, even though she took pity on my body and didn't break anything the first time and we were set to go for round two. Unfortunately, the clamp didn't want to go on. Her nipple was screaming "OH FUCK YOU ALL" and trying to hide by then. Eventually though, the piercer won the battle and the new needle was set to invade her body.
I don't think I need to mention that another scream, louder than the first split the air, reaching the customers out in the waiting room a second time. By now, she was sweating profusely, her skin was clammy and she the room was spinning. Yes, we all thought she was going to get sick all over the floor, me and the piercer who was still standing within reach, but somehow she managed to refrain. A time out was needed, so that she could compose herself and at one point the piercer asked if she needed to call an ambulance. No Tak, laying upon the floor is not a good idea, no matter how much you may wish it.
I will admit at that point I was ready to walk out the door. Yes, my girly bits had been no walk in the park, but I hadn't needed to scream. The most that had been uttered was a "Holy fuck that hurt." However, since Tak had gone through hell, I'd feel like shit if I backed out. So once the chair was free and she was firmly seated someplace else, I was ready to take her place.
Unfortunately, there is a necessary evil when it comes to oral piercings, and that shit is known as listerine. Now, there's a reason I don't use the stuff and it's because it's like swilling gasoline. 60 seconds of hell later, and I was almost positive that it had been enough to numb my mouth. Or burn off all my taste buds, you take your pick.
Back in the chair I go, wondering if I should run out the door while I still can and wonder of all wonder, she puts a glob of the yellow goo in my mouth.
"Here, it'll taste like shit, but it'll numb your mouth" she says.
By now Tak is looking at me like 'I hate you' for the yellow goo magically works for me. Maybe it was the purple hair, or maybe, it's finishing the job of killing what taste buds the lysterine missed. Either way, the inside numbed nicely and made me the slightest bit more comfortable. And so she began the count down.
3...2...1! And I felt a sharp pinch on the outside of my mouth that made me jump, but nothing from the inside. 'Sweet!' I thought, and was rather pleased when she pointed out it hadn't even bled. Ready for round two. And the count down starts anew!
3...2...1! Sharp pinch, but not as bad as the first which was even better until...
"Well fuck, this one had to bleed," she mutters and grabs a piece of gauze to shove under my chin.
'No problem,' I think since I'm really not feeling anything. She's having a hard time holding it in place and maintaining a hold on the clamps, so I reach up and put my hand there. I wasn't expecting a lot of blood, so imagine my surprise when it soaks through the gauze, runs down my chin and pours over my fingers. Yep, she shoved the needle right through a vein. Oh joy! And the swelling immediately sprang into action, taking up the oversize bar that was meant to accompany any possible enlargement.
Now all that's left is to screw the ball in place since she refused to put rings in like I wanted. More potential for infection and all that. Unfortunately she dropped the ball and had to get another one. Which, she promptly dropped too, both to be lost somewhere on the floor. Third time is the charm though, after I repositioned myself on the chair without her asking and laid completely back. I figured that way, if she dropped the damned thing again, it was going on the chair.
Finally everything was in place and we gathered our things to leave. And promptly entered the lobby where about fifteen people were standing and looking with interest. Some were snickering behind their hands and probably wondering who it was doing the yelling. Of course, since Tak's aren't visible and mine are, I was the subject of many amused looks. Yeah, fuck them people too.
On the way home we stopped and picked up some soup and some biotene since alcoholic mouthwash is a huge nono. Went back to the mall to get chinese food and had the person behind the counter notice my purple hair for the first time after seeing us at least once a week for the past six months. Yet she completely missed my lip piercings. I only look like someone slugged me in the face, but hey, the purple is more noticeable and she must have gotten a new set of glasses
So now, here we sit after taking some aleve and allowing our piercings to sit for a few. Now that I'm not talking, the pain is nearly gone and Tak is much more comfortable. Hopefully, she stays that way throughout work tonight.
And so, for those that are interested, here is a picture of mine. I asked Tak if she wanted to show her's off and I got a Hell no, so you're out of luck there.
Stay tuned for our next adventure when I go to get my tongue piercing. Which is soon to follow, once more commissions come in and I'm not hunting the couch for any spare change that might have fallen between the cushions.
Now, once we arrived, we remembered why it is that we don't go there that often. It's boring as shit. Seriously, we spent maybe half an hour walking, bought nothing and received more than a few odd looks due my unnatural hair color. Yeah, fuck them too.
So, having thoroughly disgusted ourselves with the lack of fun that was to be had, we went home for a brief amount of time. Yet, we were still bored and, as was the problem before, there wasn't much to do. Which is precisely the reason I keep putting forth the idea to move to a different area NY. The man of the house was of course, home, and no fun either, so we contented ourselves with playing online for a while. And that's where the real adventure begins.
For a while now, I've been toying with the idea of getting a second piercing, since I had gotten a VCH almost a year ago. Takhissis, being a piercing virgin, had been interested in getting something done as well, but she hadn't completely sold herself on the idea. Now, having already had a needle through my girly bits, I was looking for something a bit different and had decided upon double lip rings. My partner in crime decided, that if she was to get anything, it would be nipple rings. But I digress and I'm getting a little bit ahead of myself.
So here we sit, on computers and chatting with each other on yahoo, and we decided that it would be amusing to look at body jewelry. Takhissis found a lovely blue titanium steel ring set that she adored and that was enough to convince her that she needed a piercing. However, even though the studio that I'd picked out for my next piercing would not use any jewelry that was not bought from their store, she decided to purchase herself a set anyway. That sealed the deal and from there was no turning back.
Yet, for all her determination, Takhisiss wasn't sure that she was quite ready to get them as of yet. Myself, I was more than ready since I'd been through the procedure once already, albeit in a different spot. So after much debating and indecisiveness, it was decided we would go for it, after a couple of showers of course. Have I mentioned that Florida's weather in the summer is hotter than hell?
In the car we went for a second trip, however, half way there, Takhisiss decided that she no longer wanted to do it today. Perhaps it was a case of the nerves, perhaps it was not wanting her husband to find out since he was home, but regardless, she decided a detour to the mall was in order. Naturally, after having psyched myself up for my new jewelry, I was dismayed by the announcement. However, I'm always up for a trip to the mall because it generally proves to be interesting in some form or another. Yet fate was determined to smile upon my disappointed soul, and before we'd walked more than ten minutes through the mall, her courage came back with a vengeance.
"Let's do this," she said, "before I lose my nerve again!"
And so it was. A swift U-turn, much to the surprise of the people deciding to ride our asses through the mall and off we were off again!
Until we reached the entrance anyway, where I was set upon by a stranger nearly tackling me from behind. A stalker perhaps? No, just someone entranced by the purple hair and wanted to know exactly how I got it that color. We'll fast forward through the tedious part where we had to explain step by step process, along with the pros and cons of the brand of dye I use. You don't want to hear that shit anyway.
Back out into the Florida heat, in a car with no air conditioning. It's the closest to hell I expect to get before I die. But fortunately, the piercing studio was only five minutes away and we made it there before we melted or all the moisture was sucked from our bodies. Boring paper work was filled out, aftercare was described and we were reassured that no, these piercings were not anything to be afraid of.
Tip #1: When any piercer tells you this, it's a lie. A big, fat, stinking, pile of shit lie. Just ask Tak, I'm sure she'll be willing to confirm my words.
"Who want's to go first," the piercer named Anna asked, after having marked us both with her trusty side kick, the purple marker.
Myself, being the kind and generous person I am, volunteered Tak to be the one. Now, before people cry foul and ask how could I? The reasoning is simple. I've been considering getting my nipples pierced in the near future and 1. I wanted to see how painful they were and 2. I wanted to know what to expect when this piercer had two needles ready to go through my face.
Takhisiss looked at me oddly, but did not protest my actions, for I had explained this to her previously. And she had said before we got there that she was going first, so I just gave her a nudge. It was only moments later before she was seated upon the comfortable chair and the piercer had her instruments of torture laid out before her. This is where things start to go a bit awry.
Now, when I had spoke to this piercer before, she'd assured me that the piercings would be numbed, which was all to the good in my opinion. Tak had been present for that conversation, and the lady had specifically said there was a cream that she could put on surface piercings, that would numb them up completely. Sort of like novacane. We were both looking forward to this part of it anywa. Unfortunately when she laid her tools out, there was only this small tub of yellow goo.
"Lean back," she instructed to my poor friend who was already pale. And then she globbed the yellow goo directly on the needles.
At this point, I had to stop her and ask, "Aren't you going to numb the area first?"
"That's not possible," she explained, and proceeded to tell us how it didn't work topically.
You have to know that at this point, both of us were thinking 'Oh shit, what did we just sign up for?'
Still, Tak sucked it up and tried to put on her game face, even when the clamp was applied the first time. Now, she was given the option of a count down, and she refused, preferring not to know when it was coming. Myself, I couldn't go that far. But still, I dutifully stood by her side and held her hand, preparing to hear the bones in it break.
Without warning, the first needle was jammed through and the unholy sound of Tak screaming filled the air. Numbing cream = crap when applied to nipples, as I learned and even after the initial jab was over, the pain did not recede as had been promised. Now white as a sheet, Tak had her eyes squeezed closed and was hyperventilating.
"You need to calm down, the hard part is over and it should be numb!" the piercer exclaimed, though clearly her words were false.
By now, I was seriously concerned over whether or not Take was even going to be able to get the second one done, and whether or not I was going to allow her to come near my face. However, my brave companion stuck it out and determined that she was NOT going to be lopsided. The brave woman, she's got balls bigger than any male I know.
So, switching sides, and hands, even though she took pity on my body and didn't break anything the first time and we were set to go for round two. Unfortunately, the clamp didn't want to go on. Her nipple was screaming "OH FUCK YOU ALL" and trying to hide by then. Eventually though, the piercer won the battle and the new needle was set to invade her body.
I don't think I need to mention that another scream, louder than the first split the air, reaching the customers out in the waiting room a second time. By now, she was sweating profusely, her skin was clammy and she the room was spinning. Yes, we all thought she was going to get sick all over the floor, me and the piercer who was still standing within reach, but somehow she managed to refrain. A time out was needed, so that she could compose herself and at one point the piercer asked if she needed to call an ambulance. No Tak, laying upon the floor is not a good idea, no matter how much you may wish it.
I will admit at that point I was ready to walk out the door. Yes, my girly bits had been no walk in the park, but I hadn't needed to scream. The most that had been uttered was a "Holy fuck that hurt." However, since Tak had gone through hell, I'd feel like shit if I backed out. So once the chair was free and she was firmly seated someplace else, I was ready to take her place.
Unfortunately, there is a necessary evil when it comes to oral piercings, and that shit is known as listerine. Now, there's a reason I don't use the stuff and it's because it's like swilling gasoline. 60 seconds of hell later, and I was almost positive that it had been enough to numb my mouth. Or burn off all my taste buds, you take your pick.
Back in the chair I go, wondering if I should run out the door while I still can and wonder of all wonder, she puts a glob of the yellow goo in my mouth.
"Here, it'll taste like shit, but it'll numb your mouth" she says.
By now Tak is looking at me like 'I hate you' for the yellow goo magically works for me. Maybe it was the purple hair, or maybe, it's finishing the job of killing what taste buds the lysterine missed. Either way, the inside numbed nicely and made me the slightest bit more comfortable. And so she began the count down.
3...2...1! And I felt a sharp pinch on the outside of my mouth that made me jump, but nothing from the inside. 'Sweet!' I thought, and was rather pleased when she pointed out it hadn't even bled. Ready for round two. And the count down starts anew!
3...2...1! Sharp pinch, but not as bad as the first which was even better until...
"Well fuck, this one had to bleed," she mutters and grabs a piece of gauze to shove under my chin.
'No problem,' I think since I'm really not feeling anything. She's having a hard time holding it in place and maintaining a hold on the clamps, so I reach up and put my hand there. I wasn't expecting a lot of blood, so imagine my surprise when it soaks through the gauze, runs down my chin and pours over my fingers. Yep, she shoved the needle right through a vein. Oh joy! And the swelling immediately sprang into action, taking up the oversize bar that was meant to accompany any possible enlargement.
Now all that's left is to screw the ball in place since she refused to put rings in like I wanted. More potential for infection and all that. Unfortunately she dropped the ball and had to get another one. Which, she promptly dropped too, both to be lost somewhere on the floor. Third time is the charm though, after I repositioned myself on the chair without her asking and laid completely back. I figured that way, if she dropped the damned thing again, it was going on the chair.
Finally everything was in place and we gathered our things to leave. And promptly entered the lobby where about fifteen people were standing and looking with interest. Some were snickering behind their hands and probably wondering who it was doing the yelling. Of course, since Tak's aren't visible and mine are, I was the subject of many amused looks. Yeah, fuck them people too.
On the way home we stopped and picked up some soup and some biotene since alcoholic mouthwash is a huge nono. Went back to the mall to get chinese food and had the person behind the counter notice my purple hair for the first time after seeing us at least once a week for the past six months. Yet she completely missed my lip piercings. I only look like someone slugged me in the face, but hey, the purple is more noticeable and she must have gotten a new set of glasses
So now, here we sit after taking some aleve and allowing our piercings to sit for a few. Now that I'm not talking, the pain is nearly gone and Tak is much more comfortable. Hopefully, she stays that way throughout work tonight.
And so, for those that are interested, here is a picture of mine. I asked Tak if she wanted to show her's off and I got a Hell no, so you're out of luck there.
Stay tuned for our next adventure when I go to get my tongue piercing. Which is soon to follow, once more commissions come in and I'm not hunting the couch for any spare change that might have fallen between the cushions.