Joe was becoming increasingly grossed out by the minute, hoping to make some improvement, he changed "people" to "men" and hit enter.
He looked up from his phone, seeing his father still there and his little brother, but now there were only other men and boys in the store, fathers teaching their sons about sex. Kevin aside, it did feel a little less disturbing. There were other small changes however. He took note of the sex show where the magic act had been, and saw that now there were two men having anal sex in front of an audience instead. Apparently, he concluded, when it started appealing solely to men, it became men-only. He didn't get the logic, maybe it was because of how sexually liberal the previous alteration had made everyone? Regardless, there were only men in the store, on the posters, packaging, even beyond the dildos, the fleshlights were redesigned to appear more like assholes, though this didn't deter Kevin from trying them out, to Joe's general disgust.
"You sure you're alright son?" His dad asked, jostling him away from his phone screen. "Err, yeah dad, just checking some stuff out." His father nodded, "Well, if you ever need me to pound your prostate into feeling better, don't be afraid to let me know." He winked and placed a large, meaty hand on Joe's shoulder, sending shivers down his spine as he leaned in, "You know I'm always up for some father-son bonding and fucking your cute little ass." He smirked and winked at him. This new reality was maybe marginally better, still nasty however.
Kevin ran up, "Dad! Dad! Those guys on the stage are in a new position! I wanna try it with my boyfriend Rodney. Can you fuck me in that too?" He said as he licked a phallic lollipop he had gotten from somewhere. His father beamed proudly, "Sure son! I'd be happy to show you the ropes!" Joe grimaced, still a bit sickened as he generated a new sentence on his phone.
"Sex is a common male bonding activity in this reality."
Joe could plainly see that. Maybe he could change it to something more innocuous? Something more his speed? Or... he thought, he could even make it something even more degenerate, he supposed, if he wanted to. As he looked around the sex shop full of men and boys, he wondered if he may as well just generate a new sentence.