Go look for evidence

Deciding that her simply kicking her feet up wasn't nearly a good enough reason to risk getting on the bad side of an angsty, presumably teenaged, brat, you decide against making a move on her. Instead, after stealing one last glance at the snobbish girl's beauties, you look around, seeing where you might be able to go.

As mentioned before, two openings are on either side of the arched deck. They open into two separate hallways, with a series of doors lining the inside of both of them. Ignoring the snobbish stares of the green-haired receptionist, and the snapping sounds she kept making with the gum in her mouth, you take the time to read the signs on the doors. In total, there were four that you could see, two on either side of the hallways, along with a set of stairs behind them. Brushing aside the realization you had no idea what was actually behind these doors, or on that note, anything that was further along into the building, you begin mulling over your options.

Over the closest door to your right side was a sign that read 'Changing rooms.' Judging by the lack of a gender distinction, it was reasonable to assume there was going to be another hallway behind it that led to the men's and women's respectively. With that in mind, despite the 'supposed' rules of this universe, would you even be able to go into the girl's changing room? You're still a man, despite the supposed change in reality.

Just behind that door was the door with the sign labeled 'Pool.' As you begin mulling over the potential of what could be behind that door, the changing room door opens and a short, curvy brunette comes out in nothing but a bright red bikini, with a heavy beach bag slung over her shoulder. On her dainty, bare feet were an assortment of small gold rings. Not even giving you the chance to gawk (or, noticing you in the first place), she slips open the door leading to the pool before it closes behind her with a loud THUNK!

At least you knew there'd be at least one cute girl if you took that route.

Resisting the urge to run and go try to interact with the elegant brunette in the pool, you close your eyes and clear your head before doing something impulsive. With a deep breath, your eyes open once more, and you continue examining your options.

Quickly scanning over the two sets of stairs at the ends of the hallways, you wind up looking over to the doors on your left. Closest to you is the one with the sign 'Yoga.' It didn't take long for the idea of flexible women grunting and groaning in yoga pants to inject themselves into your mind. And if these imagination women would just... LET you do things to them? God, all of these choices were so compelling so far, it was going to be nearly impossible to choose just one.

Somehow managing to maintain some semblance of self-control, you look at your last obvious option. You've never been in the room before, but you have seen the backside of the building. Judging by the massive glass windows observable as you turn into the street that the gym resides, you can assume this is the entrance to the multi-story running track. It's quite easy to recall the mental image of various people jogging along the indoor course, you'd always see them when you used to drive past the building to get to work.

You look at the worn handle of the door with a deep curiosity. Memories of all the different types of women, especially the kind that would be seen jogging this early in the morning, are viscerally compelling. With a deep, confounded breath, you squint at the receptionist (who'd since gone back to scrolling on her phone) as you think about your choices.

Which door might hold the best clues to find out if the dream was actually real?