I told my sister I was trans last night. (She already knew I was ace.) She wasn't surprised at all. I've been dropping hints for the past week or so, because I knew I wanted to tell her I just didn't know how, but she told me she actually suspected I may have been trans for around three months. She knows how easily susceptible to suggestions I am, and I tend to way overthink and overanalyse everything, so she didn't tell me because she didn't want me to think I was if I wasn't because she suggested it, if that makes sense. She and I both know how badly our parents would take it if I came out, and she said that if I wanted I could move in with her when she moves out in a couple of years. So yeah, she took it super well. She apologised for referring to me as her sister and she and stuff, and said she'd call me Em now. (Gender neutral nickname for my name and preferred name.) I'm really happy, especially about the fact that in two years I should hopefully be able to get the heck out of my house. My sister's a major LGBTQ+ supporter, my parents are... Not. I think I'll probably come out to her friends next, whenever I feel ready to do that. They're very nice and supportive people, and I consider them my friends as well. I also know that they'd take the news a heck of a lot better than my other friends. One of whom makes jokes about 'gay people' all the time. So yeah. That's it. I'm so very happy that she took the news well. She even said she'd call me her brother when we're around people who I'm out with. (No one but her, currently.) So proper pronouns/nouns! Yay!(!) Honestly, I can't wait for two years to pass. I'll be able to get a job, move out with her, and hopefully get a therapist. So only 730+ days to go. Not too bad.