Update:

Two years ago, my therapist told me about a clinic near where I live that can start me on hormones with little cost to me (as I'm in college and have no job).

Just over a month ago, I worked up my courage to enter said clinic on my own and tell them my story. Yes, they can ensure I get my hormones, and, yes, there is a government grant that will cover almost all of the costs (everything but the pills themselves).

In order to qualify for the grant, I had to prove that I'm unemployed by providing a page that shows my father is the household's bread-winner. It took a tremendous amount of courage to ask him, but he turned out to be more than willing to sign. He said something to the effect of, "Everybody has to do what they have to do to be happy." He even volunteered to pay for anything the grant doesn't cover.

Three weeks ago, I submitted that page, completed the rest of the paperwork (which was mostly a multi-page packet informing me of every single effect I might expect due to the pills), and submitted my biohazards for medical testing.

Today, my tests came back with a perfect bill of health (besides the vitamin-D deficiency that's expected for an American), I signed the final page of paperwork, and I finally got my hands on my medication which ended up costing only $24 for a month's-worth (which my dad happily paid for via credit card).

Most people think there's only one pill to take, but there are actually two: One pill suppresses testosterone and the other increases estrogen. The list of side effects includes things one might expect like shrunken testicles and reduced body hair, but the list also includes two interesting side effects one might not expect: a decrease in blood pressure and an increase in frequency of urination (therefore leading to a higher chance of dehydration). I took my first dose of each pill only a couple hours ago, so I don't feel any different yet.

My father is the only relevant person who knows I'm now on medication. My mother gets angry every time I so much as mention my gender dysphoria, so I've kept her in the dark about my recent activity. I imagine she simply needs to see that I'm serious, so I plan to wait for her to notice physical changes before I admit anything to her.

I still look like a guy, so I feel it's only fair to let people address me by my legal name. I plan to wait until my face is more ambiguous before I change the way I dress or insist that people address me by my chosen name.

I just had to tell somebody the good news and I remembered that you showed a genuine interest. I believe this quantity of info should sate your curiosity, but feel free to ask if there's something else you'd like to know.

It's been such a long time. This was unexpected to say the least.

Reading this, I can safely say I'm happy for you. You actually worked up the courage to ask your dad, and on top of that he was geniuinely cool with it. That's worth a lot of praise.

As for your mother, well... I don't know what kind of relationship you have with her, but I know for a fact that that mine is very stubborn when it comes to me making drastic decisions. Eventually you're gonna have to alienate yourself from her a bit if you want to get your point across.

But yeah, you'll be just fine. You're on the right track, you just gotta stay true to yourself and keep your goal in mind. You've probably heard this a lot already, but you can't let anyone stop you now.

I might have something to ask, but not right now. Although we can just talk whenever you want, I'll be here (no one can leave this site anyway).

Also, don't forget that there's people just like you who have gone through the same thing with a smiling face to show for it in the end. If you ever feel like life just couldn't hit you any harder, remember that we're there for you. Good luck and peace out.

Sorry for taking so long to respond.

Let me put it to you this way:
This picture roughly describes how I look...