The Story Of A Homosexual Spy
From the back:
The strong and delicate shape of her head was the same and her body was as I remembered it. Slim and straight as a boy’s, with small, high breasts and narrow hips and firm legs like a dancer’s . . .
As he remembered it! The only difference was—this was not a woman but a man! A man who loved other men. A man who was a spy.