The Chronivac decided that Jeff had served the needs of menstruating women long enough. Now it was time for him to become a product for other women, women who were less likely to have periods at the moment.
He felt his body take on a round, flat shape. Again, he was made of cotton. On his back, he felt two rectangles of plastic that seemed to stick to him. He found himself sandwiched between other round cotton pads in a cardboard box. After a long time just sitting there in darkness, he felt the box being picked up and put in a pocket. It was moved around a bit and then ended up sitting on a surface somewhere else. Finally, it was ripped open and Jeff saw who had bought the box. The round, slightly pudgy but kind of attractive face of a woman in her late twenties or early thirties looked into the box, then disappeared from Jeff's view as she put the box down beside the sink in front of her. From the open box he could see her slightly hanging belly that had obviously contained a baby until recently. Above it he saw average-sized, engorged breasts with enlarged dark nipples on top of them, the perfect size and shape for an infant to drink from. Jeff understood he had become a new mom's nursing pad, made to protect her from embarassing milk stains on her clothes above her leaking breasts. He was happy he'd be absorbing mother's milk instead of menstrual blood, hopefully it would taste much better. He saw the woman stick the two other pads in the cups of her bra, then she put it on, picked up the box of pads and put it inside a cupboard.