No, you head to the beach to scout for subjects

You feel like you need a bit of fresh air to clear your mind, so you grab your clipboard and head outside. Once you exit your house, you notice it's looking like it's going to be a warm day without a single cloud on the sky. You realize it's the weekend so the beach is going to be packed on such a lovely day. That seems like a perfect place to start easing you into your new duty. You'll be able to see what you are going to get beforehand, and if nothing else, you can spend a Saturday on the beach and ogle and tits and asses and nobody will think bad about it, as they'll be aware that you are only doing your job.

You arrive at the beach and immediately realize you were right about it being crowded. You walk through the mass of people which has women in every age, shape and size. All of them seem to notice your presence and either greet you way too politely or just eye you nervously. This attention you're getting certainly isn't making starting an inspection easier. Who should you pick first? Are you really just going to do it in front of everyone here? Was coming here a mistake after all?

As you walk through the crowd and ponder your decision, you spot the changing rooms. You realize you can fulfill your juvenile fantasy of being able to sneak into the women's changing room and peak at them when they change, and now you have to authority to do it with permission! Besides, you can get at least some privacy. You decide to perform a random inspection on anyone who happens to be inside the changing room at that point.

You walk up to the door, bang on it with your fist and shout "FBI, open up!". After a brief moment, you hear the latch being opened from the inside.