Coming out is as personal as being trans* and it's actually *NOT* as planable as we like to believe.
I came out to a handful of friends and hadn't planned on coming out at all to my Dad until muuuuch later. But I felt that inexplicable nudge to tell him one night at our semi-random dinners (He comes to make sure I get out of the house and get decent food. Being disabled and mostly homebound sucks.)
My mother does not know, nor do I plan on telling her soon, since her MO in all things is to treat me like a teen, despite my actual age of 32.
Also, we can't control the reactions of those we call friends. My Dad took it far better than how I imagined he would. One of my friends took it far harder than I expected.
Live who you are, and those who are your tru friends will shine. Those who are not will fall away eventually.