You check the world as you go home

You decide that it is too early to revert the changes. The previous display and the new memories streaming into your mind in a constant drizzle are not enough to satisfy your curiosity. So you think about where should fate lead you next, and before you come to a conclusion, your phone rings.

It's the alarm you set beforehand. It is time to go home. Seems fate has decided.

You stand from your seat and proceed to leave the coffee shop, and the moment you stepped through the door, you were astounded.

Not only the people, their style, and way of living, but also the architecture changed. In place of the bland uniform and enclosed apartment buildings and skyscrapers hiding their owners from prying eyes, there were many open buildings consisting of a myriad of colors. A chaotic tapestry of painted concrete hiding nothing and even welcoming others to view the events transpiring behind their sturdy glass walls.

You wondered how this style emerged, but you began to understand as the new memories filled the gaps in your knowledge. It is easy to guess that history has changed, but your recent memories revealed how drastic the changes were. Being obscene is in the nature of women after all, and what's more obscene than showing your perverse acts to the entire world. The men already gave up on changing these lustful fiends and adapted to this life.

As you walk your way to your home, you look at the marvelous spectacle that is now common life. You especially focus on the women to their delight, for what reasonable woman wouldn't want to get ogled by the eyes of a young man. What respectable woman wouldn't want to have some additional fun to their already carnal life?

All of them were dressed in outfits meant to ensnare the opposite sex, or the same sex if they feel like it. They ranged from classy, but erotic dresses to tacky tops fit for the cheapest whores. From elegant, but sensual perfumes to intoxicating musks. From refined cosmetics meant to accent the wearer's beauty to crude ones that make the wearer look more like a hussy than she already is. In simple terms, women ranged from classy seductresses to trashy whores.

You walk and walk, witnessing this fascinating new world that you just created. Teases and gropes were the casual interactions between the opposite sexes, even handjobs, blowjobs and sex were common in the streets.

When you reached your neighborhood and your house was in sight, you heard a voice calling your name to your left, "Hey, Ed!".

You recognize that voice anywhere, it was sister Anna. She was a 22-year-old nun who was raised in the local church. The passionate ginger was one of the nicest people you know, she was energetic and welcoming to everyone. Due to spending your childhood together, you even thought of her more of a sister to you than your actual sister. You once even had a crush for her, but alas, she told you that as a lady of the cloth, she could not break her vow of chastity, but you stayed as friends.

As you turn eager to greet one of your best friends, you freeze and instead mutter, "W-what are you doing...?".

She stops sucking the dick in front of her face and said, "My duty of course." before she resumed her "duty" once again.

Her once pure pale white body is now dark and tanned covered in piercings and tattoos. Her once short ginger hair was now long and platinum blonde styled into a mullet reaching her pregnant stomach. Her once slim form was now packing extra weight, though not enough to turn her obese, she was slightly chubby, enough to naturally fill her form without ruining it. Her previously delicate features that were without blemishes and required no cosmetics whatsoever are now covered with hot pink lipstick and eyeliner. She's now a bimbo.

When she greeted you, she was in a kneeling position. Now's in doggy style with her manicured hands on the ground. A guy you haven't noticed before is now approaching her wiggling ass as she smiles at you, before he penetrates her filthy dripping wet cunt with his long hard member, he asks in a polite tone, "Wanna join bro?".

"Yeah, Ed. It'll be like old times.".

'Old times?', you think, then it clicked. In this reality, instead of a sister figure, she was one of the neighborhood's top ten sluts including your sister. You became her sex friend a few months ago, but eventually got bored and stopped visiting altogether. Not that she cares, she only has sex on her mind. And the only reason she's still a nun is because this is what nuns do, they supposedly perform an alternative to a confession where they purify their hosts from all sins by releasing them through the sperm. Religion also changed and allowed polyamorous relationships, since it would be almost impossible to tie a woman to a single partner throughout all her life. Monogamy is a tasteless joke here.

"No thanks.", you say before heading to your house, trying to avoid this situation altogether.

"Suit yourself! If you change your mind you know where to find me! Cuz filthy Ann is ready to fuck anywhere, anytime!".

"Yeah!", yell the two guys before they start spit roasting her.

You shake your head, clearing your mind, and open the door to your abode.

Though before you enter, you think it's better to add another old rule, considering that people don't care about the simplest taboos anymore, and you remember that now you have a sister-cousin suffering from birth defects...

Old Rule: There are no negative effects from incestuous relationships and to children born from them.

With that done you step through the door and close it behind you.

Where do you check first?