"Dude, I picked out the crap." Dean knew he looked hot; he was simply that type of gal. There was a small wince at the idea of being a gal, and he really wasn't going to say anything to Aidan about it. The damn vampire would say something about his really being the fucking girl.
"What's wrong with calling me Dean? I'm Dean, dammit. I'm not anyone else. And, who cares if people give you a funny look." He reached back to pull at the bra under his shirt. Damn thing was not comfortable. "I'm going to take this off. How do they do it? I know I've got it on right."
He rolled his shoulders and tried to stretch the binding thing. "Maybe it's not the right size?" It was possible that he was bigger than whoever had owned it before. "Wanna see if it looks right to you?"