A few off the top of my head, in descending order of comedy.
“Daughter, we must speak.”
“Dad, I’m actually… a boy.”
“I see. So you’re transgender.”
“Wait, you know what-”
“Of course. I might not be a part of your generation, but I am still ‘hip with the kids’. World domination has nothing to do with how ‘woke’ you are.”
“Never talk like that again.”
“Daughter, we must speak.”
“Dad, I’m actually… a boy.”
“Hmmm, I see. You must have used your psychic powers to change your gender.”
“…Yep.”
“Our power puts us on top of the world. It only makes sense that the circumstances of our birth hold no power over us. This control over fate is an important step for you. I am proud of you… Son.”
Shou, who expected to come out to a deranged megalomaniac, and is instead having the first positive interaction with his father in eight years, and is thus experiencing physical whiplash: “Awesome. Thanks. I’m gonna go throw up.”
“Daughter, we must speak.”
“Dad, I’m actually… a boy.”
“…”
“…”
Touichirou, internally: Shit. Dammit. I was sure my kid was a girl. Surely I didn’t misremember. It’s only been, what, how long? Four years since my last visit? Okay that is a while. Crap. Maybe, it’s a joke? Like, a joke that kids do? No, she’s not lying. Or I guess, he’s not lying? Oh hell. How could-
Shou, who is close to shaking with fear because his father has been silent for five minutes straight since he came out: “…”
“………..”
“…Uh, Da-”
“I knew that.”
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