The box (and the waiting)
You know that thing where you order something a bit... out there, and then you start overthinking? That was me with Fannie. Four weeks is what they say—three for processing, one for shipping. And yeah, it’s free international shipping, which sounds good on paper until you’re checking your door every day like some kind of raccoon. The box finally lands and it’s just as they promised: completely plain, not a logo or suggestive scribble in sight. I remember thinking—well, at least the neighbors won’t be whispering.
First time seeing her (and touching silicone)
Unboxing is awkward if you do it alone. Or maybe that’s just my brain being weird about it. Fannie isn’t heavy but she’s not light either—about 64 lbs (29 kg). She’s taller than I expected? Five foot three feels different when she’s lying on your living room floor instead of standing in a product photo. Silicone everywhere, cool to the touch at first—then slowly warming up under your hands. There’s something odd about how realistic her skin feels; not quite human but definitely not plastic either.
Her proportions are skinny, long legs and all that—waist at 22 inches and hips at 36.6 inches. Bust is smallish (A-cup up to C-cup depending how you squint), so don’t expect cartoon curves here.
Movable joints & skeleton stuff
Steel skeleton inside means she bends pretty much any way you want—within reason. Joints click sometimes, which startled me the first time I tried posing her arms (I thought I broke her elbow). She holds poses though; doesn’t flop around like those cheap inflatable things from college days.
The life size silicone sex doll thing hits home when you realize she can sit on your couch and almost pass for someone zoning out during Netflix. Well—not really pass—but enough to make you do a double take in bad lighting.
Details nobody talks about
This part… honestly, gets glossed over everywhere else: hole depth matters more than people admit online? Vagina goes about 7 inches deep; anus is closer to 6 inches. It sounds clinical but if you’ve ever had an awkward experience with too-shallow toys...you get why this matters.
And yes: vaginal and anal sex both possible (that phrase reads weird outside marketing copy). Everything cleans up okay if you don’t wait too long afterward—which I learned the hard way after getting distracted by laundry once.
Something slightly off-topic
Weird tangent here—I started noticing how much space she takes up after week two. Like suddenly my apartment felt smaller just because there was this tall brunette love doll sitting silently in the corner next to my shoes. Maybe it’s because she looks young-ish and white-skinned—the “nextdoor crush” vibe really does creep into your daily routine more than expected.
Sometimes I’d catch myself apologizing when bumping into her legs walking past the coffee table.
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.
Discreetness & living with a secret roommate
Discreet packaging helps at first but living with a life size silicone sex doll means figuring out storage solutions fast unless you enjoy explaining things to anyone who visits unannounced (I don’t recommend). Closets work if yours are big enough; under-bed storage works if yours isn’t stuffed full of other questionable purchases already.
She doesn’t complain though—and never judges your late night snack habits or messy floors.
Things nobody warns you about
Shipping takes patience—it really does feel longer than four weeks when you're mentally checked out halfway through week two already bored of waiting—but that's not even the biggest surprise. The bigger twist is how quickly having something so lifelike becomes normal background noise in your place…until it's not anymore, like when a friend comes by unexpectedly or you're half-awake grabbing water at midnight and nearly trip over her feet again.
Anyway—that's what stuck with me most: Fannie blends into daily life until she doesn't, then she's all you can notice for hours after.
Not sure there's ever really an end to that feeling.
