I think it's more than just feminine socialisation. My siblings were often jealous of me because they thought that Jelly always got what she wanted. No, Jelly was the only one willing to compromise.
SliceMama: The red bike you wanted is too expensive.
JellySlice: Oh dear, I really like the red bike. Which one can I have?
SliceMama: The blue one or the green one.
JellySlice: I'll have the green one, then. Thanks mum.
Whereas
SliceMama: The red bike you wanted is too expensive.
CustardSlice: But that's the one I want.
SliceMama: It's too expensive, choose another one. You could have the blue or the green.
CustardSlice: I want the red one. It's not fair, you bought Jelly a bike, but not me!
This genuinely happened, and the sex of the sibling is irrelevant.
So not only has society taught me that a woman is pliant, quiet, kind and helpful, but my family dynamic, my role in the family, is the compromiser.
My first instinct is to compromise, to help others cope. OK, if 'woman' bothers you so much, we'll use 'female'. OK, some people suffer such genuine dysphoria that we should budge over and help make life easier for them. But I know that ultimately this will help nobody. I need to woman-up and say "No."
I need to break the habits of a lifetime and refuse to compromise.