Cas, as he now called himself, looked over at the woman snoring next to him. It had been another wonderful night. The feeling of hearing a woman cry out in pleasure and knowing that he had been the one to bring her there was one he had had plenty of chances to get used to since the end of his Second Puberty, but hoped he never did. It was strange that he had never fully appreciated the wonder of women's bodies when he had had one himself but such were the ironies of Second Puberty. Cassie had never had strong sexual feelings, but Cas was more than making up for it. No, there was no question that sexually becoming a straight man was the best thing that ever happened to him.
The problem was everything else.
Cassie's social circle had been built on her involvement in feminist causes. None of his ideas had changed, but his role had. His contributions to discussion, once praised, were now frequently written off as "mansplaining." He had expected that the female experience of Second Puberty guys would be respected but increasingly Cassie's friends treated Cas as just another dude. It was unsurprising that the women he dated, despite being strong, independent women, generally didn't identify as feminists.
Radha had stopped snoring. He felt her 180 pounds snuggle against him and her thick fingers caress his erection. "Oooh" she said. "Feels like someone woke up hungry for more."
What the hell, Cas thought, I guess I can live with it.