I was going to post this in the "How did you come out post", but I didn't want to scare the poor kid (assuming the person young.) So here's my story:
I wrote a letter to my mom. Honestly, I thought it would have gone a lot better than it did, though it was not as bad as some people have gone through. I wrote the letter with the memory of my mom telling me one time that she would love me no matter what, even if I wanted to be a boy. I guess, in a way, my parents knew before me. Anyway, I gave my mom the letter, and I sat there as she read it, and she started to cry. I guess I expected that reaction. During the following months she decided she needed to see a therapist, and somehow she came to the conclusion that all transgender people are selfish, and that I was selfish. That tore me apart for years, and I went around believing I was the most selfish person in the world.
For my dad, I expected my mom to tell him. I really didn't want to, but she told me this was something I had to do. When I told him, he told me to just be a lesbian. He was really stressed out at work around that time, and I was trying to figure myself out, so he took some things I said the wrong way, and I was constantly getting screamed at. One night the light in my room went out, and I didn't have another bulb to replace it with. I was trying to read a really boring book called "Sex Changes" (never finished it) and my dad came in trying to be a little funny, and the light I had was shining in my eyes, so to him it looked like I was glaring at him. He said something to my mom and my mom asked me about it. My response was that I was not in a good mood, and he was being silly. I don't think anyone has ever yelled at me the way he did that night. I thought his head would explode. After that I decided my parents didn't want me anymore. A friend of mine needed a roommate, so I moved in with him for a month, but that offended my dad too. He said that he expected me to stay home and go to school. I was so confused by both my parents for so long. I really thought they both hated me, and I was depressed all the time, and even thought I should have never been born. I stayed in therapy trying to work things out with myself.
As for my sister, she was great. I asked her how she would like to have a brother, and she said okay. We both went back to the game we were playing. Then she started accompanying me to the LGBT youth center every Friday. She continues to be my biggest supporter.
Things are way better now with my dad. He eventually started accepting me as male, but we never talk about it. My mother also started to use male pronouns and call me Kyle, but I feel like she's lied to me regarding my grandmother. But I will probably never know because during the last two years she's shown signs of really bad schizophrenia. I mean really really bad.