There but for the grace of God and a few bad decisions goeth I. I'm truly at a loss for words to properly describe the physical devestation, which can only be half as bad as the MENTAL destruction she's caused herself. It's like seeing the Constitution after it was bleached, cut into squares and used for Kleenexes.
Pre-troonout she could have batted her eyes and I'd have walked over broken glass for a chance to get her bra off. Now...you could not pay me enough to see what's left of the beauty she was created with. Her voice, her boobs, her chance at being a mother, they're all gone. She's ruined. Everything about her from her headspace on down is 100% permanently fucked up.
It would be a kindness to hand her a rope and a chair facing a full-length mirror with "redemption" written on it, give her a hug, and say something like this:
"I'm genuinely sorry you're at the situation you are now. But there's no going back; no undoing what you chose to have done to your body and your mind. It will be a torment that won't ever end. Your hair and boobs won't grow back. The best doctors in the world can't undo the internal damage. And the people who truly loved you 'before' are never going to not be horrified when they look at the twisted remnants of the daughter or niece or cousin they once knew. That person doesn't exist anymore. They will have to teach their own children why we don't have you over when they're old enough to understand the dangers of what you did. And if you truly wish to repent for your actions, I think you know what you need to do now."