I came out on facebook. I don't really care about the opinions of my family or anyone on there who didn't already know, so it wasn't much of a problem.
For people like my friends, I got all nervous and then eventually blurted it out.

Mum guessed,I'd had almost 1 years HRT & electrolysis and had long dyed red hair in a spiral perm.Strangely she was OK as she was very homophobic and racist.She told my then super religious sister who was OK and my laid back Dad who took a bit of time to come round

For me the words and how I did it was very simple, over dinner with mum, I just came out with it, she got up and gave me a hug and went back to dinner like nothing had changed, all this time later it still hasn't.

The lead up though, now that was hard.
I went to an all boys school, being tiny, a touch girly, longer hair, no good at most sports and no friends guess what happened with me? I was bullied daily, I was bashed twice, the last time was the most scary.
A few girls who lived in my street were friends with one of the boys who bashed me, they were joking about bashing me and sticking a pole up my rear end (not their words) because "poofs like him would love that".

They told mum and she took me straight out of school when they refused to do anything.
Mum kept on asking me questions, she never pushed me, but wanted to let me know that if I was gay she'll still love me, if I wasn't, she'll still love me and if there was something wrong, do not do anything without speaking with her or someone.

It took 2 weeks to come out.

The next day, she went to work, came home with a heap of new stuff, told me that we're moving to Melbourne because we need to start a new life and we have family there, she applied to move offices at work if they said no she'll get a new job and within weeks, we were on the move.

To my friends, I hinted the day before that I'd been thinking about "the change" for a long time, and was met by mostly neutral responses.  No negativity.  The next day, i came out to them all by text, and, a few days later, I told my mom that I'd been looking up surgeries for bring trans and she flipped.  My dad just asked me why I couldn't be a butch lesbian, and asked why all butch lesbians and femmy gays you see on TV are happy the way they are.  My friends were completely different.  They helped me with my name choosing dilemma, call me by my chosen name, and male pronouns (even though the occasional "she" slips out, on accident, and they correct themselves, usually.)  My best friend even tried to get me to go into the men's room with him a couple months after I came out.  To my not-so-close friends, I came out on FB, and was met by much support.  Probably close to 20 likes (no one hardly ever likes my posts  ) and lots of comments.  My mom, however, decided to share it with the caption "When you think you have problems, take a look at my life!"  I commented that that was a serious post about a serious issue that she had no right to share like that, and she didn't talk to me for a few days.  We're okay right now, but we don't bring it up in conversations.

Edit 1: Just wanted to add that I had to be put on something for anxiety for the weeks before I told my parents.  It was terrible, holding it in like that.  Not that the "freakenstein" comments helped after I finally did.

I did the not-so great thing in my family's case and decide to go behind their backs about my gender and try to do it 'subtly'. I began seeing people in transgender advocacy meetings every Tuesday, starting eating more protein and wearing more gender-neutral clothing when I could. It ended up causing quite a bit of tension between me and my mother, especially, due to the fact that I was her only daughter. Eventually, it got so bad that I ended up taking her to her room with me and confessing how I felt. That I didn't feel comfortable in my own body and that I felt like a man.