Imagine having an infected, feces covered hole (implanted by Mengele-esque Frankenstein doctors) between your legs because you fell for a Psy-Op/meme.
Imagine waking up every day to the smell of that Fournier gangrene while having to injure yourself in order to prevent that wound from healing.
I think I'll pass. That's gross. But imagining it is the most you can do, because that's not anything resembling what the results of s trans woman's vagina surgery actually are. But you'll believe anything about transgender people that makes us seem like disgusting freaks won't you? After all, you "incels" need to have someone more vile, pathetic, and gross than you to feel good about yourselves, but your imagination is the only place you'll find them.
Imagine knowing that all of that is now irreversible and that you have to spend your life now as a perpetual/castrated freak simply because you were groomed on Discord as a child.
Except those of us who get a vagina surgery don't mind being "perpetually castrated". When my balls get removed I know I won't miss them even a little bit. I fucking hate these things (and don't even get me started about that other disgusting thing between my legs).
In fact, trans people usually live normal, happier lives after they've transitioned. I'm much happier now that I've started transitioning. People like you need to believe that the objects of your hatred are just as miserable as you are, but it's just not true.