Go to the bar and get bombed

Molly knew she probably shouldn't but she was just so curious. And she trusted Harold. And she trusted Rex. And really, she couldn't think of anyone she wouldn't trust. It was a beautiful world and everyone in it was nice.

She walked up to the bar and several of the men gavee her big, trustworthy grins.

"Harold said I should ask you to make me a Sugar Bomb," she told Rex the bartender.

"Oh yes!" He said. "A sweet, sweet drink for a sweet, sweet lady!"

Molly blushed and giggled as the bartender made a show of pouring vodka and scooping pink sugar into a shaker, shaking it up and pouring it into a tulip glass.

"Now this drink isn't a sipper, ma'am," the bartender warned her as she took it reverently, mesmerized by the swirling pink crystals. "I count down and then you drink it down in one go. If you can't drink it down in one go, it's called a dud. But if you do get it down, that's a Sugar Bomb and you win a prize."

"What do I win?" She asked.

"You won't know until you do," he told her. "But I promise you'll like it. You trust me, don't you?"

"Of course I do!" She exclaimed.

"Then let's start the count down!" He said. "Three. Two. One. Boom!"

Molly drained the glass as the men around the bar cheered. The drink tingled all the way down her throat until it hit her belly.

And then the world exploded. And she exploded. She was one with the universe and the universe was leaking out of her ears, which tickled, and so she giggled and the universe giggled with her.

A hand was on her ass. Or maybe two hands. Or maybe a thousand. Or maybe her thousand hands were on the universe's ass. Either way, it was good. Everything was good. The universe was love and she was the universe and she loved whatever hands were on whatever asses.

"You did it!" The part of the universe that looked like a bartender said. "And you won the prize!"

"I'm the prize!" She announced to a winning universe.

"Well, yes," the bartender part of the universe agreed. "In a way, you are. A pretty pink prize."

"I'm a pretty pink prize!" She agreed, then giggled along with the universe.

"Would you like to see?" The bartender asked, pulling out a mirror from behind his station.

He held it out to her. The part of the universe that was her reflection stared back at her with wide pink eyes as her hair began to sparkle and turn the same color.

"Pink Sugar!" She identified and giggled.

"That's right!" The bartender praised. "You're Pink Sugar now!"

"I'm Pink Sugar?" She asked.

She thought she may have had a different name before but it had exploded along with the universe.

"Of course!" The bartender said. "You're just so sweet! Isn't she sweet, gentlemen?"

"Oh, very!" Said a voice that was part of the universe but was coming from the very masculine parts that seemed to be surounding Pink Sugar at the moment, their hand parts all over her other parts.

"I'm sweet!" Pink Sugar affirmed and the universe giggled agreement.

"As sparkly as she's getting, she might start to distract some of the late arrivals," the bartender said. "Would you gentlemen like to take Pink Sugar to one of the more private rooms and see if you can make her even sweeter? I trust Mr. Harold explained how all this works."

"I know Harold!" Pink Sugar said. "He's so sweet! I trust him so much!"

The universe giggled as her masculine escort guided her away to new adventure in a private bedroom. Pink Sugar giggled right along. The universe had decided at some point that her clothes weren't needed for the adventure, so she was quite naked by the time they started exploring the room.