Ashley had been familar with minotaurs before his transformation, but she (Ashley used female pronouns when referring to the pre-transformation period of his life) had paid little attention to individual differences. Male or female, and within female those who kept primate-style breasts and the minority who went with bovine udders (and the even smaller minority that chose both) had been about the extent of human Ashley's interest in differentiating between individual minotaurs.
But as a minotaur himself, he was constantly aware of subtle differences in size, shape, fur color, horn growth and even minor features like length of muzzle and shape of ears. At the same time, he was losing the ability, or perhaps the interest, to differentiate among normal humans, or "monkeys" as some of the anthrohuman community referred to them.
So at his first minotaur gathering, Ashley was overwhelmed by the diversity of his new biological community. And by the desirability of its females.
He munched on a plate of stewed grass with herbs offered by a robot servant. The earthy, vital taste of a fine grass was one of the new sensual pleasures he was enjoying. He was in a conversation with a pretty minotaur lady, petite, only about four hundred pounds and black furred with white patches. She was eager to welcome a new member to the community.
"So how are you enjoying your new life?" she asked.
"I love it" Ashley answered. "Best decision I ever made."
The lady flipped her tail, a flirtatious gesture among minotaurs. In the world of 2516, there was very little privacy, and Ashley knew that anyone who bothered to look him up would learn about his gender history. He wasn't surprised by her next question. "So you like being male?" asked the cow lady.
"Like I said" Ashley replied "Best decision I ever made."
"You aren't the only one who decided to change sex as well as species." said the cow-lady "Best decision I ever made" she added teasingly.