Pansexual Test Novels & Stories

Swallowing dryly, I suddenly feel warm and flustered despite the open windows in the classroom and fan myself with my hand. “A-are these tests done within sight of everyone?” “It’s done in private.” She reassures both of us. “As long as your compatibility isn’t perfectly matched with another elemental conjurer during the test then you have nothing to worry about. When a friend of mine did hers she told me everything about it, it wasn’t perfectly matched with any water elemental fortunately for her, but some of her friends had an opposite response.”

“I need to confess something, Anna.” “Another one of your teenage fantasies?” I asked, raising my brow. Caleb cracked a smile. He was beautiful. “I’ll tell you each and every one of them in detail later, but no, ma’am. It’s about this morning.” I swallowed and shifted my weight on the heels, crossing my arms. “I’m pansexual,” he said. I nodded, knowing what it meant. Caleb liked everyone, no matter their sex or gender. I didn’t know why, but I was feeling similar to when Aaron came out to me and Felix all those years ago, telling us he was gay.

I said defensively. “Aris and I were there when the test was forged,” said Drago, the blond, and his look nearly brought me to my knees. “If there's one thing the gods gave us, it was the ability to find someone who fits us in a way that is not only biological but mystical. So the test is a way to facilitate the search. The results never lie.” “Why don't you believe in the test?” asked Connor. Hearing the voices of my four mates felt like something in my chest had finally clicked.

With shaking hands, he held the papers while tears filled his eyes. He looked down and saw the little symbols that indicated what your second gender would be. One would be crossed, and that would mean that you were either an alpha, beta, or... an omega. He scanned the papers, and his eyes landed on the little cross that was scribbled on the paper. He read the word that was written next to it over and over again. Why him! He didn't even look like one. His shoulder shook, and he let the test result process in his mind. He felt so disappointed.

I feel a light pressure between my shoulders before his hand reaches my hair. “Demetri?” Dr. Leroux questions. He sighs hard. “I need him tested for Hyper-sexualization Disorder.” His voice is quiet, sounding ashamed of what he’s asking. “He has none of the signs of HSD. Why do you want him tested?” “I can’t explain. At least not right now but I need it done. I will pay for it. Just let me know the cost.”

Because Pansexual seemed too far away for her. So she asked her best friend for help, this help being an experiment. "You want us to have a secret relationship, while you go out with boys to see if you're really gay?" Alex asked, hands folded. To anyone, it would have sounded silly, but she never made anything sound bad. She always acted so cool with everything. It was one thing Alia loved about her. "It's just... I can't— I can't just accept it. I don't know what to do, and there's— no one I trust—"

Because his body own body him. "The tests are wrong," he said again. More desperately now. "They have to be. I'llI'll prove it. I'll prove them wrong. I'llI'll get you pregnant. You'll bear my child. And that will prove the tests were wrong. That I'mI'm not barren. Not sterile. Not useless." Isabella stood. "Dante. The tests are definitive. You need to accept"

he said. “Curran is positive, and this just proves it,” I indicated our new symbols. They’re fading to look like regular tattoos now. “Our powers have unlocked because we’re finally together again, as twins are meant to be. But yes, I agree. We’ll need the tests for those who doubt, and for those who are just going to look to cause trouble. The blood test will confirm, as we’re both AB positive type. It’s a rare one. And DNA will cement it. Do the type test immediately. I need to tell my parents,” I said.

I got out and went into the hospital. The clerk looked up at me with a smile. “How can I help you?” I cleared my throat. “I… need to be tested.” “What sort of test?” “A shifter test?” I asked, not really sure. “You’re concerned about your power rating, a restraint, or a siphon?” “All maybe?” She nodded and gave me a clipboard. “If you’d like your test to remain anonymous, fill out everything but your name and take the coupon at the bottom for your results.”

“We have your records. You are AB negative—same as Pink. In fact, Pink was tested here six months ago.” My heart thudded. “That can happen without relation, right?” “Possible, yes,” he said slowly. “But rare. Do you want a paternity test while we draw blood?” I stared at him. Pink’s face flashed in my mind and remembered her gray-green eyes, the way she laughed, the instant bond between her and Adrian. I remembered a DNA test weeks ago that said Adrian and Pink weren’t related — could it be wrong? Tampered with? “Yes,” I said. “Run it. I need to know.”