I guess, if you’d told me a year ago that I’d be sitting here typing about a “cute tea party sex doll” named Gigi, I would’ve—well, laughed.
Or maybe rolled my eyes and gone for another coffee. But life’s weird. You end up in odd corners of the internet, reading specs about platinum silicone and steel skeletons while your brain quietly checks out.
The Specs That Stuck (and Some That Didn’t)
Gigi is… petite. Like, 4 feet 11 inches tall. That’s 150 cm if you’re feeling metric today. She weighs in at 59 lbs (or 27 kg), which is just enough to make you grunt when lifting her but not enough to call it exercise.
The measurements are all there: bust (30.3 inches), under bust (22.4), waist (20.9), hips (31.9). It’s oddly specific—almost like someone was trying to win a geometry contest with an adult twist.
Vaginal depth? 6.3 inches. Anal? 5.1. I’ll just leave those numbers floating for now because, honestly, what else do you say?
Platinum Silicone & Steel Skeleton: The Oddest Combo
There’s something almost sci-fi about the phrase “platinum silicone sex doll.” It sounds like Tony Stark designed it after a weekend bender in Tokyo. Gigi has this steel skeleton with joints that actually move—she bends and poses and sits at your kitchen table looking vaguely judgmental if you leave her there too long.
And yet she feels… soft? Not like skin exactly (nothing ever really does), but close enough that your brain does a little double-take the first time you brush past her arm reaching for your phone charger.
When it comes to premium silicone sex dolls, the differences in material quality become obvious once you start comparing side by side.
Shipping: Waiting Games and Plain Boxes
If you’ve never waited three or four weeks for a box labeled nothing to show up on your doorstep—well, congrats on living a more normal life than mine, probably.
Free international shipping sounds great until you realize “international” means “let’s see how many airports we can visit before arriving.” Processing takes two or three weeks, then shipping adds another week-ish on top of that.
But hey—the packaging is discreet. Totally plain box, no hints about what’s inside unless someone gets really creative with x-ray vision or psychic powers.
There Was This One Afternoon…
Weirdly enough—I remember thinking this whole thing would feel way sketchier than it did when the box finally landed in my hallway. Instead it was almost boring? Opened it up expecting confetti or at least some awkward instructions (“Congratulations! Here’s Gigi!”). Nope: just layers of foam and plastic wrap and suddenly there she was, staring blankly upward like she’d seen all this before.
I set her down next to the kettle by accident while clearing space on my desk—and yeah, for one second it looked like she was waiting for tea service instead of whatever else people buy these dolls for.
Small Details Nobody Mentions
Everyone talks about features—movable joints! Soft skin! But nobody mentions the smell when you first open the box; kind of plasticky with something else underneath it that fades after a day or two but still lingers in memory longer than expected.
Also: moving her around isn’t as easy as marketing photos suggest unless you’re used to lugging fifty-something pounds around corners without knocking things over. Her fingers bend but don’t always stay put; sometimes they stick out at odd angles until you nudge them back into place—not creepy exactly but not quite natural either.
Is It Worth It?
Or Just… Weird?
If someone asks me whether buying a life size silicone sex doll makes sense—honestly—I’m not sure there’s ever going to be an answer that fits everyone neatly into one camp or another.
She looks young-ish (the model is supposed to be 18+, yeah) with small proportions and an obviously Asian-inspired look—that part feels intentional but also slightly uncanny depending on lighting and mood and whether anyone else happens to walk into the room unexpectedly during dinner prep.
It doesn’t feel seedy once she settles into your space—it just feels surreal after awhile; normal objects start looking stranger by comparison somehow.
Anyway—
I keep thinking maybe someday I’ll dress her up properly for an actual tea party just because nobody expects that sort of thing from anyone over twelve years old—but who knows? Maybe next week I’ll move her again and forget where I put her arms this time around.
