I’m not even sure how I ended up here, writing about a “sexy professor sex doll” named Cindy.
But yeah—sometimes the internet just throws you curveballs and, well, here we are. If you’re curious (or maybe just bored), let me try to explain what it’s like to actually own a life size silicone sex doll with the sort of stats that sound more like an action figure than… you know, a person.
The Details They Don’t Really Advertise
Cindy is 5 feet 4 inches tall, which is almost exactly my old roommate’s height. Weird coincidence. She weighs in at 81.6 lbs (felt heavier dragging her up two flights of stairs—maybe because she doesn’t help?). She’s got these E-cup proportions: bust at 32.7 inches, under bust around 24.8, waist at 22, hips at 36.2. I don’t usually remember numbers but after unpacking her and trying not to drop anything important, some things stick.
She’s made from platinum silicone and has this steel skeleton inside with joints that move pretty much everywhere you’d expect (and probably a few places you didn’t). It’s both impressive and slightly unsettling when you’re adjusting her arm for the third time because it keeps flopping back down.
About That Shipping Process
Free international shipping sounds great until you realize “free” comes bundled with three or four weeks of checking your email for tracking updates that never really tell you anything useful. The box was plain as promised—no embarrassing labels or weird branding—but honestly? Still felt awkward signing for something so obviously heavy yet nondescript.
Discreet packaging does work though; nobody asked questions except my neighbor who wanted to know if I’d ordered gym equipment again.
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A Tangent About Realism
Here’s where things get odd—in a good way? Maybe? Cindy isn’t just any young-looking asian sex doll with big boobs (though yes, that’s literally part of the pitch). The skin texture feels surprisingly real; sometimes too real if I’m being honest. Platinum silicone isn’t cold like plastic but it isn’t warm either—it kind of sits in this uncanny valley between mannequin and human warmth.
The holes—yeah, those measurements are there for a reason: vagina depth is 6.3 inches and anus is just shy of six inches deep (5.9). Not something I thought I’d ever measure in my apartment but hey, life takes turns.
Moving Her Around Is Not Fun
Here’s where owning a life size silicone sex doll gets less glamorous: moving her anywhere is exhausting. She may be only eighty-something pounds on paper but dead weight is… well… dead weight. Setting her up for storage or cleaning takes effort—a lot more than anyone selling these will admit upfront.
I remember thinking one night—I could’ve just bought another pillow or something easy to hide away when guests come over instead of wrestling with joints that click ominously every time I try to bend them into place.
Unexpected Upsides & Downsides
I’ll give credit where it’s due: Cindy looks good sitting by the window in certain light (not creepy at all unless someone sees from outside). There’s no maintenance beyond normal cleaning routines and she doesn’t complain about Netflix choices or late-night snacks left out on the counter.
But—and this matters—the novelty wears off faster than expected if you're looking for constant excitement rather than occasional company (if that's even the right word).
Processing Time Blues
Waiting nearly a month can grind your patience down if you’re eager—or impatient like me—to see what all the fuss is about regarding these “professor” dolls online. By week three I’d almost forgotten what model I’d picked out until tracking finally updated overnight.
Anyway—if you can handle waiting and don’t mind figuring out new ways to store an adult-sized figure without alarming visitors? This could be your thing.
One Last Thing…
There are moments where having Cindy around feels oddly normal—like catching yourself talking to her while adjusting her glasses (not included by default, by the way) or debating whether she needs different clothes for different seasons even though she’ll never notice either way.
Not sure if that says more about me or about how convincing these dolls have become lately—but there it is.
And now I'm going to stop typing before this turns into some kind of therapy session...
