In my more fantastical days I even wrote a novel about a women’s society, or the evolution to it. All that came of it though were embarrassment for how naïve I’d been, and thoughts of how to cannibalize parts of it - which were there - for more mature projects.
I think “Epitaph Road” is a good view of this concept. A rabid feminist group devises a plague that kills men and only men, and only 2-3% of men survive (off camping for extended periods, on space station, in submarines, at distant military bases). They put themselves in various Cabinet and ministerial positions around the world so that they were the highest ranking officials in various nations, then unleashed the plague.
The book is set twenty years later, in a world where only 5% of births are allowed to be male, every girl gets contraceptive implants at adolescence, you must have permission to have a child, men have a list of approved jobs, many of which are nasty, security looks at all boys as suspicious, you have to have a babysitter/escort until 14 or pass the adult exams - and a sizable minority of men never pass it, resulting in a lifetime of supervision and management and menial labor.