Well... THAT happened.
For those who are tired of my incessant ramblings ... I'll just say: "success"
For those who prefer their information even more condensed:

For those willing to tolerate my typical, well, "me-ness"... strap in...
Dinner was great. As mentioned earlier, even before he arrived I said to my wife I felt like there was something to this idea that Thursday's dry run had literally sucked the nervousness and stress from the marrow of my bones. There was nothing left.
I expected it to return during dinner, but thankfully, it did not.
At one point during dinner, however, the boy mentioned that his plans later this evening were to visit with some local high school friends and then do his food shopping on the way home. I didn't really bump on that, other that I felt a twinge of guilt if our discussion was going to blow up his plans. At least it wasn't some big scheduled thing.
Still, when we got back to the house and my wife and I started to walk inside, he made a "tsk" sound and followed that with a long "oooookayyyyy...."
I immediately realized his plans were to head DIRECTLY TO his friends' place now, without coming inside. This was the aborted Christmas week plans, Thursday's late arrival, and all other "failures to launch" over the last 4-5 months all over again.
And I think, were I nervous, I would have welcomed the reprieve from the Governor. But instead I said "No, come in for a few minutes for dessert. Even if you're too full to eat it. Mom got stuff, so come in."
So in he came. My wife shot me a look which said "Nicely done" or "I would have bet a million dollars you were not going to do that". I prefer think it was the former.
Once in, we all sat on the couch, with no pretense of dessert... and I began. All I had scripted in my head was the first line. I thought "I need to TELL you something..." seemed too parental and scolding, and also a bit foreboding. So, instead I went with "I want to SHARE something with you..." It brings him in.... instantly makes him PART of the whole thing.
I was really proud of that. My wife thought it was really good too. Not as good as I did, but, good nonetheless.
Yeah, it was a complete failure.
As soon as I got "share" out... his eyes opened as wide as dinner plates. I think if I had to tell him to THAT expression... there was no way it was going to work.
So the next thing that came out of my mouth, with all love and compassion (swear to God) was "Stop doing that with your face"
I told him no one is dying, no one is sick or injured, nothing is wrong, mom and I great... everything is good... so, again, please stop doing that with your face.
Once he complied, I said, matter-of-factly that I was trans.
His face did not go back to the big-eyed state.
What followed was just 45 minutes of him telling me how much he loved me and supported me and that I had nothing to apologize for... I told him the brief history of the last 4-5 years: starting therapy, telling his mom.... electrolysis, hormones, etc. Got him up to speed with what's been going on and where things stand. He asked about pronouns, what he should call me (I said there's one person in the whole world who calls me dad - that will never change)... and he asked if I had any doubt he'd be fine with it? I told him I was more concerned about the burden I was placing on him... and he was good with it.
My wife talked about how he obviously will need time to process it, but how good we are, and he asked more about if there were any concerns with my health.. and what about future procedures, did THOSE bring with them any risks, and he just wanted to be in the loop on health things.
Then we all talked about next steps for telling family and such.
I said I'd really like him to be able to talk to his friends about this, but I think until we tell our siblings, that needs to wait. And he understood. His best friend's sister is non-binary so he'd really like to speak with him... but he knows it makes sense to wait.
We talked about a lot more. We hugged. We kept telling him to go to his friends, but he kept staying.
None of us wanted birthday dessert (still too full from dinner).
After a while, he wanted one more hug, and while we were embracing, I leaned in to him, and whispered softly to him "A birthday card would have killed you?"
He laughed, broke the hug, hugged his mom and said his goodbyes.
So yeah... THAT happened.
Love,
Allie