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This is part of a CYOA story. Click here to return to the start. As you slowly approached the dressing room door, your newly acquired heels clicked softly against the floor. With a deep breath, trying to prepare yourself for the next set of surprises, you reached for the handle and gently swung the door open. Instead of the familiar corridor lined with other dressing rooms and props, a starkly different scene awaited you. The metallic walls, sleek corridors, and low, ambient hum were unmistakably those of a spaceship. The soft blue lights illuminated an environment that was both alien and eerily familiar. Stepping out, you were met with nods and salutes from individuals in various suits and uniforms. They greeted you with unwavering respect, addressing you as 'Commander Aran' or simply 'Samus.' You tried to keep the shock and bewilderment from your face as you walked the hallways. Screens displayed maps of galaxies, mission data, and other high-tech information. People discussed