A Little Honesty About Expectations
Not sure what I was expecting, really. Maybe something uncanny, maybe a letdown—maybe just another life size silicone sex doll with big boobs and a blank stare. But after unboxing Fanny (the name alone, I mean... it’s almost too on-the-nose), I found myself quietly impressed in a way that felt a bit weird to admit out loud. Anyway, here’s how it actually went.
Details That Caught My Eye (And Hands)
First thing: the hair. Seriously, the red hair is so bright it almost glows under certain lights. Not cartoonish-bright—more like the shade you’d see in an old magazine ad for Irish whiskey. There’s something about running your fingers through synthetic strands that feels... well, not real, but close enough if you squint and lose yourself for a second.
The body proportions are what made me pause: 5 feet 3 inches tall (160 cm), which is somehow taller than it sounds when she’s standing there in your room. C-cup breasts—big enough to notice but not ridiculous—31.5 inch bust, 26 inch underbust, 22.4 waist and hips at 34.3 inches. She weighs just over 61 pounds; moving her around isn’t exactly easy but doable if you’re motivated.
And yeah—the skin is platinum silicone, which means she’s soft but doesn’t feel sticky or rubbery like some of those cheap models floating around online.
Movable Joints & The Steel Skeleton Thing
I remember thinking these “movable joints” were probably marketing fluff. Turns out they’re not bad at all; the steel skeleton makes posing possible without feeling like she’ll snap in half if you get creative (within reason). You can bend arms and legs into natural-ish positions—she doesn’t flop over like a ragdoll unless you really try.
It almost feels like setting up an elaborate mannequin display… except much more private and with less judgment from passersby.
Let’s Talk Holes (Because Someone Has To)
Here’s where things usually get awkward but whatever—I promised details:
- Vagina depth: 6.3 inches
- Anal depth: 5.9 inches
You might think numbers don’t matter until you realize they kind of do? Everything is lined up where it should be—not always true for these dolls—and there’s an optional ROS upgrade for oral sex if that matters to you (it did for me). It works surprisingly well; no need to oversell it.
Shipping Wasn’t What I Feared
Maybe this sounds silly but waiting three weeks for something this expensive had me picturing disaster scenarios: nosy neighbors, suspicious delivery guys… Instead? Box was plain as could be—no markings at all—and nobody batted an eye when I signed for it.
Processing took about two-and-a-half weeks and shipping was another week after that; came out to just under four weeks total from order to doorstep. Free international shipping too—which honestly helped justify the price tag in my head.
Odd Moment: Realization While Dressing Her
There was this one moment while picking out clothes—a weirdly human experience I didn’t expect from a sex doll review session—that made me laugh at myself a little bit. Trying to wriggle skinny jeans onto someone who can’t help at all is… humbling? But also oddly satisfying once everything fits right.
It hit me then how much effort goes into making these dolls look “young” without crossing any uncomfortable lines—the model is definitely adult (18+), but there’s still that vibe of youthfulness in her build and style choices.
Not All Perfect – A Small Gripe
If we’re being honest here (and why stop now), lifting nearly 62 pounds up stairs by yourself gets old fast—especially when those movable joints sometimes stiffen up or catch unexpectedly mid-move. There are lighter options out there if portability matters more than realism to you.
It took me a while to appreciate the differences between various life size silicone sex dolls, but once you see a well-made one in person, the quality speaks for itself.
Also, maintenance isn’t zero-effort: cleaning takes time and care unless you want things getting gross pretty quick—but hey, real relationships require upkeep too?
Final Tangent Before My Coffee Wears Off
Weirdly enough, after living with Fanny for a few weeks she started feeling less like some taboo purchase and more like part of the furniture—a very specific piece of furniture obviously—but still present in a way that didn’t fade into background noise immediately.
If anyone else has ever wondered whether investing in a high-end life size silicone sex doll would feel embarrassing or liberating… maybe both? It depends on your mood and how much daylight is streaming through your blinds at the time.
Anyway—I’m going back for another cup of coffee before work starts calling again…
