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The pic labeled nipple one was one
my brother managed to get before ****
asked him to stop taking pictures,
the next 11 pics are of the transplant itself,
the procedure took about two hours,
and was done on a saturday afternoon, the tit and donor area were
injected with a numbing solution so i wasnt in any pain.
I just lay there listening to the music while **** and Tim (who was assisting) worked away,
**** G.F. took those pictures. Naith who owns the studio would come in every
now and then to see how things were progressing, laugh, shake his head and then wander off. The first transplant went fine,
although i did take a look at a bit of it on the monday afternoon and all i saw was black,
turned out to be part of the tattoo but i couldn't convince myself
of that and i spiraled downwards, i really thought i was going to die,
it was a strange horrible feeling, sitting at home with bandages wrapped
around chest and these thoughts were racing thru my head. "Oh my GOD, its black, what the fuck have i done,
im gonna die. No don't be stupid its not sore, just relax,
its ok, i'll see the guys tomorrow afternoon, its only 24 hours away-i'll be fine.....
Oh my GOD, its black, what the fuck have i done, im gonna die!!!" When i went into to see them i was a wreck, the first thing said was "I WANT IT OFF!!!! I WANT IT OFF NOW!!!" I explained what i'd seen and
what was going thru my head and they stopped laughing after that, when i saw that
it had taken and was just the tattoo i was overjoyed,
so i went home and got heavily drunk. If i had only known how crazy
things would become later. The little bit of flesh in the
middle went black and ended up being cut out and everything was fine,
i was then asked if i wanted the second one done, for free, "Sure!!!" Thats when the shit really hit the fan. The second one was done again
on a saturday afternoon, Howie also did another guy and transplanted his tit
onto his bicep on the sunday, this time they put a big clear plaster type thing over it. I noticed that by monday it was black. No panic this time although i was a tad worried. When i went in on Tuesday afternoon
i met the other bloke, he described his as feeling like someone was punching
his arm, real hard, thats not good i thought, we got ushered out the back
to undress and get our bandages off while young girls fretted over the
new navel rings (l.o.l. ahh kids) i didn't have my cellfone on me but what
i saw made me kick myself for not bringing it, the other blokes see thru
plaster was as bursting point with blood, i couldn't even see the tit!!!!
It was only gonna be a matter of time before it blew out, and it did, blood
came running out of the bottom of his jacket, **** was doing a tattoo and
went crazy, disenfectant and sterile wipes went flying, it was really funny.
The other bloke ended up having his one cut off his arm,
(SAMPYS MUNTED TIT PIC)
he now has a lovely little diamond shaped scar.
(I got that picture because they
gave it to me, i took it home, dried it out and i think dropped it,
in its little bag in a little supermarket in Timaru.) They had a look at mine decided
that it was no where near as bad as his, patched me up and i went off home,
the next day is when things took a downward turn. The pink tit pics, i went to work
that morning, crashed out for a couple of hours and then was shocked to
see that my transplant had blown out and was a light grey colour, i rung howie and
tim and went in a bit earlier, by then it had turned that lovely shade of pink.
i have one of those printed on a T-shirt. After that it turned black and black
it stayed, Howie couldn't tell me what was happening, so it was a case of see
you tomorrow afternoon for a change of dressings. This was the longest week of my life,
it was a unsettling time, i had to get some cream from the chemist at one point
and the young blonde politely asked me if i had a healing wound, i replied
in a flat monotone voice that i had undergone a experimental body modification
procedure and things were very much up in the air, the look on
her face cheered me up. By the following saturday it was
time to get the stitches removed from the side where my tit was and the
from the nipple it self, i got up after a crashing out for a couple of hours
took off the dressing and saw that the middle of the tit was green. Lawn green. I thought i was seeing
things but it was seriously green, i wanted to fucken puke. **** reaction
was "well...its more of greenish black (big smile) no infection,
so we'll take out the sitches and patch you up." The following morning at 4:10am
i took off my T-shirt and lightly rubbed the area where my tit had been
and from where the stitches had been removed, i then felt a slight burst of pain
and a running sensation down the side of my chest, "OH FUCK THATS BLOOD!!!!!"
the scar had literally burst open and was now dribbling blood. I thought
about going to the 24 clinic down the road but i had no money and too many ????
would be asked. So in true "she'll be right mate" kiwi fashion i patched
myself up and went back to bed. The black tit pics, and the open
scar pic were taken later that morning. I saw howie that monday before he
left for a visit to the states, he was pretty shocked to hear about what
happend, he looked bemused when i cheerfully demanded that i wanted
to heal it as a scar!!!! That tuesday i went in to the
studio and when Naith saw me he asked "what are getting done today Jonny?" "Its dead flesh removal day today."
there was guy getting a tattoo who just looked rather bemused, Naith explained
what had happened and he just stared at me, Tim the resident piecer had
to stick his head near that smelly hunk of dead flesh and cut it all away,
that was the other thing the smell, sickly sweet and unavoidable. i kept the black tit bit and rammed
a tunnel thru it a few days later. The last pic is how they look now the
second one closed in on itself and is still itchy, the date below the top
one is the day we did it. the black marks are from the tattoo. It was a...interesting experience,
when id come in for my daily check up i would just take a seat next to some
nervous girl or guy that was going to get tattooed or something, i would
ask the what they were there for and when they asked me, depending on how i felt that day i would say "just a check up" or "i had my nipple transplanted
and its gone black."
Updates. I wear the skin and cut
off nipple on a necklace with a cat jawbone.
In general when i say 'iv had both
my nipples cut off and restitched back onto
my chest people are keen to dismiss the idea,
not wise if im standing in front of you.