Research this new perverted world

Josh yawned as he returned to his apartment. It was only 1pm, but he was already exhausted from trying to process everything. Not only had the coffee shop blown his mind, but he had seen even more on his walk back.

He had seen two men flipping up a woman's dress while her husband cheered them on, an ice cream vendor refusing to serve a college girl unless she took her top off, and more catcalls and ass slapping than he could count.

He had even seen a man grab a woman and pull her into an alley, in broad daylight. He instinctively wanted to call out at seeing something so horrific, but about a dozen onlookers just let out a sound of encouragement, and even the girls seemed heart warmed by it.

He also noticed a few weird and offended looks directed towards him, from simply walking past woman, which only wend away when he made sure to stare at any female he could find. By the time he had gotten home, he had ogled so many chicks that he was starting to get desensitized to it.

In fact, he was more surprised by the sheer quantity of it, more than the act itself. It's not like you couldn't go five seconds in the old world without seeing a woman being respected. So why was it ratcheted up to eleven here, to the point he couldn't go ten seconds without harassment?

As he sat at his table, he opened the phone again to look at the rules he had set. The first two specifically caught his eye:

• In most contexts, women find it rude or discourteous (or simply awkward) when not ogled, touched, objectified, groped, made sexist sentiments towards or leered at by men attracted to the opposite sex.
• Prolonged ignorance towards and prudence around a woman can be considered harassment, inappropriate, and uncouth.

He understood now. He hadn't just made harassment a desirable thing. He had specified that it is rude to not ogle, touch, or objectify was the determining factor.

In the old world, you could avoid harassment by simply not acting a certain way. People could simply live their lives and not engage with the woman around them, or controlling yourself and not being a creep. In other words, you could simply be respectful by just not thinking about it.

But he had made inaction into a form of social depravity. He had made avoiding social deviancy something you constantly had to work for.

This made him reconsider his earlier theory about asexuality. Perhaps men in this world were just as sexual as before, but the sheer responsibility of pervertedness at all times was simply exhausting.

He opened the app and tried to edit it to see what would happen. However, he was quickly given an error message, claiming he could not edit past rules.

"Shit, I can't change anything... just add to it?"

He hadn't considered this. His decisions on this reality warping phone were permanent. The old world no longer existed. He should have felt some sort of sorrow, and yet, none of it came. Perhaps he really was too excited by this worlds possibilities to care.

"Still, I should probably research more before changing anything" he said to himself.

He swiped away from his app and logged on to the internet. "May as well start with the obvious" he thought, and entered a porn site he had frequented.

As he had expected, the pornography had completely transformed. Rather then sex or perversion, all the videos were about modestly dressed woman. Some of them were having intellectual discussions on science or philosophy, or interacting with a man in a completely respectful manner.

One especially 'mature' videos was POV video, where the viewer was man making breakfast in bed for his wife. He walks up to the bedroom to find her sleeping.

"Wakey, wakey sleepyhead" the man say, kissing her on the cheek.

"She opens her eyes and beams "Oh, what's this?" she asks.

He responds "Just a little surprise. I just thought about how much you've done for me, and how much I love you. That's why I made this for you my princess" he explains with fairly wooden acting.

The woman hugs him, and the rest of the video is 20 minus talking about her interests.

Josh scrolled down to the comments and read such gems like:

• "Wow, this is so nice"
• "You know it's unrealistic because she was cool with him complimenting her work instead of her rack"
• "God, I wish I could find a woman like her"
• "Uhh... this is a bit too hardcore, even for me. I mean, he didn't even touch her tits before waking her up."
• "Finally, a vid to get rid of my boner."

Chuckling to himself, Josh switches the site to something to give him some contrast. He goes to a classical art website, and is floored by what he sees.

While artwork depicting men on their own are unchanged, classical paintings of women are pinups at mildest, and hardcore porn at most.

The Mona Lisa was topless, squeezing her boobs together. Girl with a Pearl Earring was naked with a red face and her eyes rolling back, clearly in sexual mania. A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte was practically an orgy of victorian woman being groped and stripped. All of these paintings were still treated as timeless classics, with no sense of juvenility at all.

Josh was about to reach more, but he then realized he was a fool for looking at this all second hand, when he could go out and experience it himself.

"Yea, I'm going out. But where too?" he asked himself. He considered that card that guy in the cafe had given him. Though another idea came to him. "If perversion is considered family values, then what are churches like?"

The idea was almost too good to pass up, but he still considered other ideas, coming up with some good ones.

Finally, he made his decision, and headed out.