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“I’ll be a couple more minutes,” sighed Aaron as he reminded his brother, yet again, that he would lend him his room soon enough. He just had some experimenting to do. He recently had purchased a frame, some kind of odd one with writing on the side that he couldn’t pronounce, let alone understand. But the frame was odd, inside of the frame was a mirror though the woman who sold it to him, definitely said it was for a photograph. As he picked it up, rubbing his hands over it, he dropped it in surprise as a random thought of seeing the new Captain America: Civil War trailer flitted across his mind and caused him to see something in the mirror.

Was it real? Was he real? As he felt the desire to continue caressing the mirror, he fell back into what seemed like a hypnotic slumber. His feet growing large as his toes clenched on the table in his room, his shirt had more than disappeared as hair sprouted on his growing abs and his jeans were well on their way, ripped and torn asunder to make room for his muscular calves. His eyes dropped as he stared down at the frame and no longer saw a mirror, but a photograph of himself in still-motion; Chris Evans.

He tried to fight it, tried to tell himself that he wasn’t Chris Evans, he was some normal college kid that had just gone back home to visit family. And yet he couldn’t deny what was in front of him, as a moan escaped his eerie pants as a bulge began to form in his now considerably tight jeans. It was clear that no matter whether he liked it or not, he was now Chris Evans, in the flesh at least. His mind was turning into mush, almost as if he wanted to simply fall asleep and in a few more moments, his grip on the photograph would loosen, his eyes would shut and he would do nothing more than obey and create another frame, for another unlucky guy.