How do I bring back my girlfriend’s bottom dysphoria?

When we first started dating, my girlfriend was really uncomfortable with her genitals, to the point where she pretty much avoided touching them whenever possible. I’m a pooner myself so I know how rough it can be to cope with not having what you want down there, so I thought it’d be a good idea to gently try to make it hurt a little less by making it seem more womanly to her. You know, calling it feminine names, touching it more like a clit, making fun of how tiny and girly it’s getting, etc.

So, the problem is, it ended up working a little too well: she’s gotten utterly deranged about this shit. Gone are the days of imagining herself being coddled during SRS recovery: at this point I think she’s almost more interested in having her nards squished than in actually taking it up the ass.

I wouldn’t be so bothered by this if it weren’t for the fact that now preferring to imagine herself with a penis has seemingly uncovered some sort of deeply buried insecurity around being a gay man? I swear, she’s crying in my dms practically every other night now calling herself slurs and claiming that she only transitioned out of insecurity and self-loathing spurred from bullying she used to receive. (Kind of entitled to complain about your upbringing as an amab but whaaateeever) I was literally there to see the sparkle in her eyes when she first tried on a dress, I was there to hold her when she sobbed about never being able to get pregnant, I was there to see overwhelming relief over finally getting HRT and no longer needing to fear her body getting worse. I know this isn’t just angst over being a faggy little boy, and I remind her of this and she agrees! She acts like everything’s all better and that she’s found some sort of place she can rest her identity at.

But she still comes back, night after night, voicing the same delusional bullshit, like nothing ever sticks and she’s doomed to attack herself over what she is all over again. Like she’ll never be able to see herself as simply “a woman” again, no matter how hard she tries to go back to the way things were, she can’t unsee being a failure of a man hiding his shame in lace and ribbons.

All because she started thinking it was actually kinda hot to have a dick!

I’m so fucking exhausted at this point. Can someone please just tell me how I can make her feel repulsed by having a penis again? That’s just about the only solution I can see to end this endlessly looping identity crisis. Otherwise she’s just gonna continue sobbing every time she has post nut clarity for the rest of her life…

/uj this got a little emotional sorry