me: What is it?

I think it was our third night together. I was catching the feels for her. She knew that, too, of course. She sat up on the bed as if to say something important while I was still lying down. We were both still naked, having just finished round one.

her: You won't like it. I usually don't tell anyone this secret.

me: Just tell me. Are you married?

her: Haha, no!

me: Do you have kids?

her: Nooooo!

me: Were you born a man?

her: OMG.

me: If it's not these, then what? I'm sure it's not a big deal then.

her: I got ... implants.

So that's what it was. She was just insecure about her tits. I didn't think much of her confession then, probably because she looked great naked, fake tits and all.

Looking back now and reading a post on ask trp about why a girl would like about having cancer, I see this is what women do.

It's a form of shit test. She claims she is a patient, an abuse and/or rape victim, a damsel in distress, or probably just a nut case* like many women. She's looking for your sympathy (attention/orbiting), protection (white-knighting), resources (beta bucks), and commitment (LTR/marriage). You're not to blame for this terrible secret tragedy that came upon her, but she's making you responsible for it now.

Don't fall for it.