The Kind of Detail You Don’t Expect
It’s weird how you can spend years seeing ads for “life size silicone sex dolls” and just sort of…shrug. I used to do that. Then one day, curiosity won (maybe it was the late-night boredom, or just a random click). That’s how I stumbled on Estelle—the so-called Super Model Sex Doll. F-cup, 5 feet 5 inches tall (166 cm), all the numbers right there in bold font. At first, it felt like one of those things you read about and never actually imagine unpacking in your living room.
But here’s the thing that caught me off guard: the attention to detail. Not just in her measurements—though they’re all listed out with almost clinical precision—but in the way she moves, feels, sits on a chair without slumping over like some haunted mannequin from an old movie.
Numbers Are Boring Until They Aren’t
You see “F-cup” and maybe roll your eyes a bit (I did), but then you look at the specifics: bust is 34 inches, under bust is 24.4 inches, waist is 21.2 inches, hips are 35.4 inches—there’s something quietly impressive about how much math goes into making these dolls look…well, human-ish.
Weight? She clocks in at 73 lbs (33 kg). Not light—definitely not something you toss around carelessly. If anything, moving her from bed to couch made me realize how close this gets to real-life proportions; awkwardly heavy but manageable if you plan ahead.
The hole depths are oddly specific too: vagina at 7.1 inches, anus at 6.3 inches, oral at 5.1 inches (if you go for the moveable jaw upgrade). It’s not really cocktail party conversation material but…someone out there probably cares deeply about these numbers.
Steel Skeletons & Joint Movements
Here comes my favorite part—her steel skeleton with movable joints means she isn’t stuck in one pose forever like some department store dummy staring blankly into space. The flexibility is low-key amazing; arms bend naturally enough for photos or whatever else people do with life size silicone sex dolls behind closed doors.
Honestly? There’s a strange satisfaction in finding out that technology has come this far for something so niche.
If you've been browsing silicone sex doll listings for a while, you know how much variation there is in quality and craftsmanship across brands.
Shipping Realities & That First Unboxing
Let’s talk shipping because I worried about this more than anything else—neighbors are nosy and nothing screams “awkward questions incoming” like a giant box showing up on your doorstep.
Turns out? Completely plain box. No labels shouting what’s inside or making things weird with customs officials or apartment busybodies peeking as they walk by. Free international shipping too—which still surprises me considering the weight and size involved here.
Processing takes two weeks plus another week for delivery (give or take), so patience is required unless you thrive on anticipation building slowly over several cups of coffee and calendar checks.
Blonde Ambitions & Outfit Surprises
Quick note: Estelle shows up blonde in most photos online but don’t expect her outfit—that's just for photo purposes apparently (learned that after opening mine). Still looks striking though—a kind of classic supermodel vibe even when dressed down or left bare waiting for whatever wardrobe choices you make later.
Tangent About Expectations vs Reality
There was this moment—I remember thinking it would feel odd having a doll sitting quietly across from me while I worked from home…but after a few days? She became background noise almost; less uncanny valley than expected once you get used to her presence blending into everyday clutter and half-finished mugs of tea left beside her hand.
Weirdly enough—the whole experience made me rethink why anyone would want a super model sex doll beyond obvious reasons; sometimes it’s just about having something beautifully crafted nearby instead of chasing perfection elsewhere.
One Small Drawback Nobody Mentions
Oh—and lifting her up stairs alone isn’t fun at all; not impossible but definitely awkward if balance isn’t your strong suit that day. Maybe next time I’ll ask for help instead of pretending I’m stronger than gravity itself…
Not sure where this leaves me exactly—a little more impressed by engineering than embarrassed by impulse shopping habits maybe? Either way: Estelle fits better into daily life than I’d have guessed three weeks ago when she first arrived wrapped up tight as any secret could be.
