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The Fa'afafine bill
The Fa'afafine bill Part 1
The Fa'afafine bill Part 2
The Fa'afafine bill Part 3
Mum = Mother
Nan = Grandmother
Knickers = Panties
Tights = pantyhose
Biscuits = cookies
Fafa = Fa'afafine
(just in case)
Andrew's mother had been a bit weepy lately. He has overheard her talking
to his father about "which one to chose?"
They were arguing again.
"We need to do it now, before they are too old," his mother said.
"But none of the boys look or seem to be attracted to girls thing, how do
we do it? Should we do it?"
"I need help around the house. I work 8 hours a day at that office. I
need help! Unless you want me to give up working?. We won't survive on
your wages."
"I know but..."
"That's the trouble with you men, you all want women, but seem to think
it is so bad to be one. You know I always wanted a girl. They get used to
it and grow to love it. It's all legal since the Fa'afafine bill. There
are 10 in the school already, they are looked after. Any teasing is
punished severely. Besides who's going to look after us when we get old?"
"OK! Let's let the boys draw bloody straws then, I'm not choosing."
With that he walked out of the room.
"Fine," mum said, then went to the kitchen to cut a straw into lengths.
"Boys, come here."
The three brothers walked into the kitchen. John is the oldest 12, Andrew
is 11 and Paul is 9.
"Right you three pick a staw from my hand."
"Why mum," said John.
"Just do it!"
All three boys pulled out straws. Anna said to John, "Come with me, I
need to tell you something."
I am Andrew, well I was then. This is my story of how I was turned from
son to daughter.
First I need to tell you about the world I live in.
The birthrate of males is double the birthrate of females. It happened
after the 2nd world war. For the first 10 years it did not have too much
effect as so many men were killed in the war that there were enough women
to "go around".
The scientist we baffled, they could find no reason for this worldwide
problem. By the 1960's there were marked rise in the rates or men
fighting, and sometimes killing over women. Women were a precious
resource.
This resulted in the government passing laws on what jobs women could do.
They were mostly restricted to old the tradition 50's female work.
Nursing, secretarial or homemaker.
Someone suggested that relaxing the laws on homosexuality may help curb
the problem. This helped only slightly, however with the relaxing of the
laws it was noticed there were a rise in crossdressers "coming out". In
areas where this happened it was observed the level of violence fell.
It appeared that, though desperate, most men would not go with another
man, but would go with another man if he looked like a woman.
Soon all laws against crossdressing in public were dropped. The
government also offered free gender re-assignment surgery for those that
wanted it.
This was still not enough. One MP after returning from a visit to Samoa,
told the prime minister about the Fa'afafine.
Fa'afafine are people who identify themselves as having a third-gender or
non-binary role in Samoa.
In the past it was thought that if a family had more boys than girls or
not enough girls to help with women's duties about the house, male
children would be chosen to be raised as Fa'afafine. This does not seem
to be the case mostly, though there are a few stories of Fa'afafine who
say they were "forced," into taking the role.
Six months later the Fa'afafine bill was passed. This ment that if a male
child wished he could be designated female. If the parents wished a child
could be designated female, even though the child did not wish to be a
girl. Doctors would be legally obliged to prescribe hormones if the
parents wished.
The only thing stopping this discission, was the age of the child. It was
decide that parents could not legally change the sex of a child 13 years
and over.
"Nooooo, I won't. You can't make me," I heard John scream.
"I don't care, you will do as you are told. Now shut up while I call your
grandmother. You are going there an Saturday to start learning how to be
a girl."
"No! I won't," John screamed. Mother slapped his face and he started to
cry.
My mother, went into the living room and John ran into his bedroom. Being
the oldest he had his own room. I shared with Paul.
I followed and asked what was happening.
"She wants me to be Fa'afafine." I had seen some of the boys at school
suddenly turn up on a Monday mornng wearing skirts like the girls. There
were only a few. The one in my class, Susan, told me her mum and dad were
making her do it. Now mum was going to make John be a girl.
"What are you going to do?"
"I'm running away," John said.
"Please don't, you can't." I started to cry, I worshiped John. He taught
me how to play football, fish and protected me from bullies.
I thought it through, if John ran away, I would probably be chosen, Or
possibly Paul. I was protective of Paul. I hated the thought of him being
sad.
So I said the only thing I my 11 year old brain could think of. I would
sacrifice myself.
"I'll do it, I'll be the girl!"
After we told mum and dad, they all looked relieved and happy.
"Thank you Andrew, it will be much easier now you have agreed to be a
girl. You will stay with nan for the next week. I have to get you some
new clothes and dad has to decorate John's room," mum said.
"Why is my room being decorated!" John shouted.
"Well you will be moving in with Paul, your old room is your sisters
now."
"No way, I'm keeping my room, it's mine."
"OK," mum said, "when it is decorated, you can have it, but you will be
wearing a cute dress and a nice pair of frilly knickers."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean you can keep the room, but you will have to be the girl instead
of Andrew"
"Alright fine." He looked angry, but knew when to shut up.
"Mum, will I have to wear knickers?" I said.
"You will wear everything that girls wear, don't worry, you will like it.
I will get you a few things to wear tomorrow. You need to start being a
girl and leaning about housework. You will stay at nans for a week. You
can start dressing as a girl then."
Saturday came around before I knew. Mother said that my brothers could
play out with their friends. How I envied them.
It was half term and we had two weeks off school. I was not looking forward
to going back. If mum had her way I would be wearing the girls uniform.
"Andrew get your coat we are going to nan's house now."
We left the house and as we took the 2 mile walk to my nan's house, I felt
like a death row inmate taking a walk to the gallows. I didn't know that
at the time as I was only 11, but thinking back I had this sense of dread.
I just could not see anyway out of this, without upsetting a lot of
people. I have been, and am now a "peace maker". I put others before myself.
Is that a feminine trait?
My mum held my hand, she had not done that since I was 8!
"I'm so glad you decided to be a girl, I think you will make a better girl
than your brother. We are going to have so much fun and I have so much to
show you."
"Why do I have to stay with nan for a week mum?
"It is so you can learn to start to be a girl without your brothers
around. It will give you a chance to get used to it with your brothers
distracting you."
"What it they laugh at me." I started to well up.
"They won't I promise you, they will know what will happen if they do.
Trust me they will love having a sister."
"Will I have to go to school dressed as a girl?"
"Don't get upset, after you get to nan's house you will start being a girl
for good, there is no going back. I promise you will like it though."
We arrived and my nan hugged and kissed me and said, "So you decided to come
over to the better of the two sexes then!"
I did not answer, I was dumbstruck that the women I trusted seem to think
I was going to enjoy this.
My mum gave nan a bag and said, "These are her clothes for the week, I have
got a government check from Fa'afafine dept. I will be buying her new
clothes next week. I 'm going to keep some back for when we can go mother
daughter shopping! I can't wait!"
She nearly squealed the last bit. I didn't fail to notice I was a "her"
now.
"Before you go. what shall I call her, did you think of a name?" Nan said.
"I was thinking of Andrea, Is Andrea OK with you? I was going to call you
Andrea if you were a girl and now you are."
"OK mum, I don't mind." I think I had nearly given up now, this was really
going to happen.
She hugged me and said, "Be a good girl, do everything nan says, and have
fun!"
Then she left me to my fate.
"Right, upstairs and I'll run you a bath."
Ten minutes later I was sitting in a scented bath and nan told me to wash my
hair with the shampoo. Even the shampoo smelled of flowers.
Nan told me to come to the bedroom in just my towel, so I put it around my
waist and left the bathroom.
"Right, lesson one, girls put their towels around their chest." She lifted
it further up and tucked it in over the top of my chest. "Girls, worry that
people will see their boobs, even when they almost haven't any."
On the bed were a white cotton vest with small pink flowers on, and a pair
of white cotton knickers to match. Both had white lace around all the
edges.
"Right now Andrea put your undies on."
I hesitated, this was it, no going back.
"Come on girl, knickers on, you have a lot to learn today."
I pulled the knickers up under my towel. One thing most women will know,
but forget due to that fact they wear soft lacy clothes every day. Is that
you can feel the lace on your skin as they slip up your legs. When they
were up, I could even feel the lace around my legs as I moved. They were
so soft. The vest felt just as good.
Nan saw my face and said "You like them don't you? Well don't worry there
are things that feel a lot nicer than that! If you are a good girl I will
show you."
She opened a cupboard, I saw Three dresses and some skirts hanging in there.
"Right this baby blue one looks nice."
She unzipped it at the back and told me to step in. I did and when I put my
arms through short puffed sleeves she zipped it back up. How could I get
out of this without help?
The dress flared out at he waist and had white lace trim on the short
sleeves and the bottom of the skirt.
Next came the white socks, then the "mary jane" shoes.
She sat me in front of the mirror and spent the next 10 minutes brushing my
hair. It straighted out enough for her to part it in the middle and pull it
back into a pony tail. She added a blue ribbon to keep it in place.
My boy hair made me look like a metal guitarist, or so I thought. Now it
made me look like a girl.
"Right downstairs, time to teach you how to be a useful girl!"
As I walked down the stairs, I could feel my hair bounce, I could feel the
lace on the sleeves of my dress tickling my arms, the dresses skirt
lightly touching my knees and the tight legs of my soft knickers caressing
my legs.
How do girls cope with all these feelings, wearing such soft, frilly
clothes?
Is this what the rest of my life will feel like?
We went into the kitchen, "Right let's bring you down to earth shall we?
You can wash up. You will need this." She handed me a bright yellow apron,
when it was over my head she tied a big bow at the back.
I had never done this, I had seen my mum do it a thousand times, how hard
could it be?
Now days, as I am well beyond "The other side of the fence" I realize how
stupid it is that all men just don't do "women's work". There is no reason
for them not to. In fact many do those that live alone have no choice,
they just don't advertise the fact. It is this silly attitude that some
jobs are "women's work" and it is demeaning for men to do them. I'm sure
it is just to make sure precious females stay mostly around the home where
they are safe.
With some encouragement from my nan I managed to cope with this task.
"There, you haven't burst into flames, have you? Right next task is
ironing."
She adjusted the ironing board to my height and brought in a basket of
washing.
"You need to learn what needs to be ironed and what doesn't."
I went though the basket and held each item up. It was all her washing.
"That my dear girl is a suspender belt," she said.
"What's a suspender belt nan?"
"It's what ladies use to hold up their stockings dear, you will find some
of those in the basket too. This is a great way of finding out whats in
store for you as you grow up. You are too young for stockings, but we will
go shopping later and I will get you some tights. They feel almost as
good."
As I worked I learned about, blouses, dresses, panty girdles, full cut
knickers, bras, Slips (these felt so soft and smooth, I looked forward to
wearing one.)
I wondered why I thought that?. I was a boy, why was I just going along
with this?. I thought about it. I was being treated as someone special. I
was having fun. I know some of the Fafa at my school were not happy about
it, but once they were Fafa, they never changed back. I did not want to
find out why. I suspect the threat of some horrible punishment awaited.
After I made poor job of the ironing nan said, "Don't worry you will get
better, ask any women, there is enough ironing to last until the end of
time. You will learn how to wash, separate colours and handwash. There is
a lot more to being a girl than wearing pretty clothes Andrea. Now sit
down and I will get you some milk and biscuits."
I went to sit on the chair. "When you sit down Andrea, smooth your skirt
under you." She made me do this several times until I got it right.
"If you don't, you will sit straight on your bear legs and knickers, and
you could end up with your skirt around your waste. Keep your legs
together too, or people can see your knickers."
I blushed a little. I had done the same to some of the girls at school. I
had a sudden thought, the boys would be trying to do the same to me in a
few weeks!
I finished my milk as nan came downstairs carrying a white girls coat with
fluffy white fur around the sleeves and collar.
"Put this on, we're going shopping."
I hesitated at the front door, until now it had just been nan who saw me
like this. Now I was going into the big wide world.
"Come on, Andrea, you look fine." Then off we went walking towards the bus
stop.
As I walked my clothes seem to want to remind me they were there. I felt
the cool breeze blow up under my skirt. The lace of my knickers tickled
slightly as I walked. The hem of my skirt brushed my legs with each step.
Would I ever get used to this?
At the bus stop nan met her friend Else Davis.
"Who's this pretty young thing then," she said.
"She's my grandchild Andrea."
"But your daughter has three bo.....Oh, right. Well I could have sworn you
were born a girl dear. You look so pretty. I am sure you will love being a
young lady."
I was confused, I felt insulted that it only took a dress and brushing my
hair to make me look like a girl. I also felt happy that she thought I was
pretty.
The bus arrived and we were off to the shops.
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