Cara Licik Membuat Testpack Menjadi Positif Novels & Stories

She had to dread carefully,it was now time for phase two of her plot. She scrolled through her phone gallery and came across the screenshots of messages between Lebo and one of his other one night stands.In these messages,the sender had told Lebo that she wasn't feeling well after their encounter so she had gone for a clinical check up.At the clinic,they had to run tests on her urine and blood.The HIV test results had come out positive and the urine sample showed no infections.Lebo had responded by blaming the sender but she had made it clear that she got infected by him.

I reassured my reflection and nodded before retrieving the packet of test kits. I followed the instructions on the sachet, peed on the sticks; I used the five kits at once to get a more accurate result, turned it to face downward and set the timer to five minutes. I folded my arms across my chest as I waited, while nervously tapping my foot on the ground. Soon, the time was up and I sighed heavily as I darted my reflection a fearful stare before turning the test sticks upward. Three out of the five test sticks had two visible lines on them while the other two had dim but slightly noticeable lines on them.

Lydia exclaimed happily as she called Erika. Yes. There were no two lines on the flat thing she had used in the office. And that made Lydia extremely relieved, but only for a moment. Because Erika's next explanation made Lydia panic again. "Test packs are more effective in the morning and a week after intercourse. It's late at night, so the effect is a little less, and when did you have sex? Was it more than a week ago?" "Oh God. Why didn't you say so before?" Lydia protested loudly.

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The words come first in my mind that I only said cheaply. What the fvck !?” No! Two lines. No! I should repeat this right? I should probably do all the one box. Yes. Right. I should do that. That’s what I did. I tried five more test kits and this time I watched them. My eyes were still trembling as I watched one of them gradually form a line until it was three. I held unto the sink seeing all three turn positive. I placed my palm into my tummy and tears slowly fell.

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I just know that if I were to ignore my morals and values and take advantage of the body I was given, I would only feel guilty and dirty in the end which would not be good for my mentality since I do have a tendency to overthink a lot. I was currently on my bed with the sexually transmitted test kits, and I was reading the instructions on how to properly do the test to limit errors. I got a roll or tape out and a sharpie to label the test. I was testing myself as well, just so that I could see if the test could be accurate as it claims on the box. I had recently gotten tested at one of my doctor’s appointments, so I know for certain that I am free from all infections. I collected specimens f

She wasn’t taking no for an answer. With a mixture of reluctance and disbelief, I took the test from her. Lisa left me alone for a few minutes to let it do its thing, and I sat there, feeling ridiculous. There was no way. I couldn’t be pregnant. I was on pills. It can't happen. When the test was done, I checked it. The result didn’t make any sense. The little blue lines stared up at me, almost mocking me. It was positive. I stared at it, blinking, my mind scrambling to process what I was seeing.

So, she looked at Abba with serious eyes, and a beautiful smile appeared on the corner of her eyelashes. "Abba! We cannot rely on this clip to denounce Bertha's promiscuity, she will say that we are creating a fake clip. So I want a more accurate result. We have to test this fetus's DNA. Because only DNA testing gives the most convincing result. I know there is a method to test DNA without having to wait for the baby to be born. However, getting a sample is a bit difficult, so I need your help."

Just to calm the growing panic. I lit a candle and began preparing the mixture – water, crushed leaf extract, and a reagent that would react to specific hormones. It was the same test I had done with other women in the pack, who were suspecting for the same thing. Now each movement made my throat tighten and my fingers trembled slightly. I waited, the silence intensifying my heartbeat. The minutes twisted into what felt like hours. When the liquid turned color – a faint but clear indication – I gasped.