Life truly became very depressing to you. You get no enjoyment out of being fucked anymore, you feel shunned by the queen, and you have no hope of ever turning back into a man.
Eventually you come to terms that you are a Vagina. A vagina. Not a man. Not a person. A vagina. Not a person that was turned into a vagina but a vagina. A vagina is never something other than a vagina. Once you accept this as your reality soon you start losing your ability to think altogether and just feel.
The Queen senses your total submansion into vagninadom and soon starts to converse with you like she does the others. You cannot hear her but her voice makes you feel warmer and horny to be filled.
That is your new existence for the rest of eternity: a giant sentient vagina on a wall with the consciousness and happiness of a clam.