They hate themselves and what they’ve become. They hate that nobody is fawning over them and accepting their new creation. They hate the way people always look at them with a questioning glance. Most importantly, they hate that they were encouraged by friends and loved ones to make this continuing journey to miserable nowhere. (it was at this momment that they knew... they f#cked up)
What goes through the mind of a transitioned man who wakes up from a wet dream (nocturnal emission) and remembers that his dream partner was a woman I have no idea.