I've been writing to a friend trying to explain what's going on for me, and I was struggling for a way to convey it, but it's somehow easier when I tell it like a fairy tale. So I wrote this:
It's as though the man in me was always just acting as a steward, or a regent - and now the queen has awoken, he can stand down and retire, and she can assume sovereignty of my body. And here I am, the awakened queen, and I'm wandering around this castle I've never properly lived in before, saying "Is this really all mine now?"