My life will be complete the day that I read in a high fantasy novel — in place of, “She felt her breasts bouncing underneath her tunic as she hurried across the courtyard” or whatever, where a female character spends the whole walk thinking about her own boobs for no reason — a male character walking across a courtyard thinking to himself, “He felt his testicles jostling in his codpiece as he hurried across the courtyard.”
“It must be cooler weather than I realized,” he thought to himself, “they’re awfully small and high up today …”
— Jim C Hines continues to experiment with gender-swapping sf/f clichés, quoted in file 770