You peer inside this mysterious box with a certain amount of caution. It could contain everything and most likely the worst, or something not neat at all. Why should you expect something incredible? Most likely it will be rather disappointing. So you open the box, knowing full well that you should not get your hopes up.
And indeed it was a good thing you did not. Because the box contains something very disappointing indeed. It is... a bottle of milk. Not just a bottle, even. A baby bottle full of milk, a white liquid. You stare at it with disbelieving eyes. It must be a mistake. A mistake, yes, in spite of the address that is the correct one, yours. Even stranger, the box is rather nice-looking for its contents. All in pastel blue and pink colors, with cartoon characters matching those of the bottle. The crepe paper wrapping the bottle is also in the same soft colors of pink and blue. What the hell...? The entire thing baffles you. If it's a joke, you really, really don't get it. The box is decorated with many cartoon storks holding a baby, but that also makes no sense whatsoever. You're not about to have a baby, and you know no one who is. You aren't expecting any kind of baby shower either. And why is the bottle filled with milk? It's utterly unhygienic! It must have spoilt by now!
Tentatively, you sniff the tip of the bottle, ready to scowl in disgust at the vile smell. But to your complete amazement, your nostrils get hit by the smell of full, warm, sweet milk. With just a hint of vanilla. How... How is it possible? You do not know but become utterly entranced by the smell, sniffing it with abandon. Yes, the smell is that of full, sweet, nourishing milk. You are utterly enthralled by this smell, desiring only to taste it. This sweet milk... So warm... So nourishing... And... Is the bottle warming under your hands? It might be, but that smell... That delicious smell... So... So impossible to resist! You aren't a big drinker of milk but this... this... You want to drink it, and straight at the bottle's teat too! You cannot resist thinking of milk to drink, milk to gorge yourself on, from a bottle and nothing other! Or... perhaps... Perhaps from a nipple...? Yes, yes... That would be fine too... The idea of suckling takes over your mind and you cannot escape it. Oh, the idea of biting on a teat and suckling, suckling, suckling... You cannot resist anymore and start sucking on the bottle with abandon, not even noticing the magic and transformation wash over you.