In the nearly ten years since The Great Change started, one institution that surprisingly hadn't changed all that much was the Catholic Church.
Sure, it had to adapt to finally letting women become priests since women were all that were left of the human race, lol, but its internal structure, its dogma, its traditions, its pomp and circumstance, largely remained the same.
Today though, today marked a huge change.
Today was the first day a woman had been *elected* as The Pope.
Several weeks ago, the previous Pope, a mostly kind-hearted and intelligent New Woman, had suddenly died of a massive heart attack.
It was a shock to the world, and to especially the one billion Catholics worldwide who saw her as their spiritual leader.
The female pontiff had helped to usher them all through the shock of half of the human race transforming into something from out of a pornographic fantasy, soon to be followed by nearly the entirety of the other half as well. She had taken initiative during those frightening times, comforting and educating all of her flock through a hard transition to a new society.
Similarly, she had served well under the Fimbulwinter, and other crises plaguing this brave new world.
But eventually, even in a post-Great Change reality, all good things must come to an end.
Women still died.
Legends faded.
Few people in Rome noticed the beautiful Argentine woman occasionally seen throughout the eternal city on lavish shopping excursions, with an equally beautiful Italian woman hanging off of her arm, two young lesbians in love.
Yes, they were gorgeous, and they were lovely, and they radiated kindness and romance, but they were two faces in a crowd of millions of similarly beautiful, lovely women.
Maybe they liked it that way though.
And now, it was some other lucky lady's turn to become the Earth's official representative of God.