I've always loved a good movie, especially when you can really relate to a character.

When their story is a little similar to your own, you really do feel what it'd be like to be in their shoes. I'm not normally one to watch LGBT films as I feel that sometimes the issues are blown out of proportion, or the situations too dramatised, but recently I sat down to watch a German film about an FTM (female to male) trans guy.

At first I didn't really know what to think as I wasn't sure the story would be realistic enough as it was written by a non FTM or non trans person but, as I started watching it, as I started to get into the story, I couldn't keep my eyes from it.

Romeos is a German film written and directed by Sabine Bernardi. It's set in Germany and revolves around a gay trans man called Lukas who is halfway through his transition.

He had been taking hormones for eight months and looked male, although he was impatiently waiting on surgery to remove his breasts.

He had moved to a new area and was meeting new people who he was reluctant to tell that he was trans.

There were a few cringeworthy moments in the film when I felt sorry for Lukas. For example, in one scene he was at a house party and went to the bathroom, placing his packer (think underwear filler) on the side of the bath next to him, only for a hand to appear from behind the shower curtain to grab it. Embarrassing!

There were moments in the film that I really understood too, such as the struggles Lukas had with simply getting dressed in the morning; trying to find something to wear that wouldn't show the lump of his bound breasts or not being able to join in swimming for fear of his new friends finding out his secret. I felt how uncomfortable he was in his own skin and wished his chest surgery date would hurry up. I wanted to give him a better binder because I thought he was wearing the worst, most unrealistic binder I've ever seen. It was probably to make his chest look more prominent in the movie, but all it really did was annoy me.

My own journey has just started. I'm officially two weeks on testosterone hormone treatment and I couldn't be happier. My face was beaming when I stepped out of the doctor's surgery; passers-by giving me the strangest of looks. But I didn't care. I had finally began my medical journey to becoming a man.

I have to admit that my bum felt a little sore for a couple of days afterwards, the fluid build-up taking its time to disperse. It wasn't a small needle at all, 4ml of thick, uncooperative fluid having to be injected into me with difficulty, the poor nurse showing me her red fingers after it was done. At least I only have to get it done every three months.

I've been badgering fellow trans guys with questions ever since then, such as: "When will my voice start to break? When will my lady curves start to go away?"

And so on. They always chuckle at my excitement and answer me patiently, having already gone through it themselves. To be honest, I am more than just excited.

A new chapter of my life awaits and I'm ecstatic to see how well it pans out. I'm ready for the highs and the lows and for all the changes to come. I've been told some may come sooner than I think.

Lukas's story ended on a happy note. He finally got the surgery he longed for and was finally able to take his top off at the beach, his happiness shown by the huge smile on his face.

Like Lukas, I can't wait to feel more like myself. I can't wait to get rid of this high-pitched voice that I can't bear to listen to in videos of myself. I sound like a 12-year-old child, so when call centres or salesmen ring the house number, they ask if my mum or dad is in.

I'm just waiting for the day when I can finally feel myself and take off my top at the beach or go swimming and be happy with my body. I'm just waiting for that freedom.