"What?" Dean glared at the mursse. "This is bullshit. I do not want to get my body back and be in the wrong clothes. I'll be fine." And, he might have been if he hadn't nearly tripped over the end of his jeans. It wasn't fair, and while he'd dealt with the unfair his whole life, this wasn't something he wanted to put up with.
"Are you looking at my boobs?" He groaned, not realizing how that might sound. "These are distracting?" He grabbed said breasts and squeezed them. He might have bounced them a little too. They did have a nice bit of bounce to them.
"Here." Dean pulled the shirt up to give Aidan a good look. "Have a good look. Get a good look because that's all you're getting. Just this one time because they're going away, got me?" Dean didn't look at Aidan as he flashed his best friend.