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opportunity. At first I wanted to resist the temptation, but little by little I ceded. I slipped on one of her dresses white with a pleasingly low neckline and made up my face. I squeezed into her shoes even though I was too big for them.

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Have you guessed what happened next? Yes, suddenly there was someone at the door. It was my wife. I frantically got out of the clothes and managed to clean off most of the lipstick with a piece of cotton which I discarded below the bed. She entered, annoyed that I had not opened the door sooner. Perhaps she noted something but she did not say anything.

I realized that it was impossible to give up my compulsion and made up my mind to tell the whole story to my wife that same night, and I did. She said that she had noticed something but that she did not know what it was. She said that she had suspected something unusual because she had found the piece of cotton below the bed. But she said, "Don't you worry. We all have defects. I ask only that you tell me whatever you plan to do, and that you will always be honest and sincere with me." Within that year our child was born, but unfortunately my wife has been in poor health since the birth.

Three years ago I discovered "Luz," the Spanish-language edition of "Sexology," and from it I learned that in the United States there were others such as I. I discovered that they even had an organization. I figured that someone here in Mexico had seen their publication, and I wanted to communicate with my sisters here. Thus I decided to put a few of my thoughts on paper and send them to one of our weekly newspapers, “Alerta."

This time Lady Luck caused a girl named Ann Mailo to read my article in "Alerta,” and she visited the editors and told them about FPE and its activities throughout the world. "Alerta" published her photo, letter and the address of FPE in Los Angeles, and thus I finally came to contact my fellow sisters.

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