She's attracted to you

"...I really think you look hot."

As she says this, and for the few moments of awkward silence afterwards, her facial expression does not change. This time, it's your turn to break the silence with inappropriate laughter. Only then does her face contort into a mask of frustration and annoyance. Allison says something else - something like "I'm being serious, John" - but it still takes you several more seconds to get your laughter under control. She isn't happy about that.

"Are you done now John?" You've heard this venomous tone of voice from her only once before, and that night didn't end well for you. Instinctively, your entire body goes tense, and you snap to attention. Allison at least seems to be amused by the swiftness of your reaction, as her scowl is momentarily replaced by a slight smile. Then again, as she smiles her eyes seem to be momentarily fixed not to your facial expression, but to an area just a bit lower...

Before you can continue this line of thought Allison shakes her head and speaks up again, her frown returning, albeit with less intensity. "Look, I'm not just complementing your new body, alright? I mean, you do look good, like, really good, but it's more than that. You look... I'm trying to say that I feel... attracted to you. Sexually attracted." By the time she's finished her demeanor has changed entirely. She's staring at her own feet, her legs are tightly closed, her voice has gone soft... hell, she's even blushing. You've never seen her blush before. She looks... well... cute. Incredibly, irresistibly cute, like a little puppy that you're trying to scold. For some reason, that's really turning you on.

You try to focus. Apparently your girlfriend is having some sort of crisis of sexual identity. "Well, it's not that weird, right?" you offer, leaning forward and placing a hand on her shoulder. You might be imagining it, but she seems to tremble slightly at your touch. "I mean, I look a lot different now, but I'm still me, right? Maybe on, like, a subconscious level or something" - you were completely bullshitting at this point, but hey, it was worth it if it made her feel better - "you recognize that underneath the boobs and the sexy face, it's still your boyfriend, and your still attracted to him. I mean, me. Right?"

She looks up at you, smiling weakly, and - wait - is she crying?

"That's not quite it though," she mumbles so softly you can barely make it out, "because..."