I’ll be honest (wait, no—scratch that, I’m not even sure what honesty means in this context): reviewing a life size silicone sex doll named Imogen wasn’t on my bingo card for adulthood.
Yet here we are. She’s 5 feet 9 inches tall—taller than most of my exes and somehow more emotionally available. Maybe it’s the D-cup thing or the fact she never asks about your day, but there’s a certain… blankness to her company. Not unpleasant, just—neutral.
The “Features” List Reads Like a Sci-Fi Prop
You know those moments when you’re reading product specs and realize you’ve crossed into another dimension? Imogen has a steel skeleton with movable joints. That phrase alone makes me picture a Terminator with better hair and less world-ending ambition. She weighs 81 lbs (which is lighter than some dogs I’ve met) and boasts bust measurements so precise it feels like someone used calipers at midnight.
The proportions are—well, let’s call them “aspirational.” Bust: 32.3 inches; Underbust: 24.8; Waist: 21; Hips: 35.8. I guess if you ever wanted to feel like you’re living inside an airbrushed Instagram feed, this is your shot.
Vaginal depth? Anus depth? Both clock in at 6.7 inches, which is either oddly specific or just reassuringly standardized by now.
Shipping: The Waiting Game (and the Box)
Four weeks of anticipation for free international shipping—that’s what they promise. Three weeks processing plus one week for delivery, all wrapped up in “discreet packaging.” Supposedly nobody will know what’s inside unless they have x-ray vision or an overactive imagination (or both). The box itself is plain enough to double as a moving container after you inevitably decide to rearrange your apartment out of boredom.
There was something weirdly thrilling about tracking that package across borders, watching it ping from warehouse to customs office like some illicit treasure hunt only I was invested in.
Legs For Days… And Days
Imogen is tall—like actually tall—and skinny in that way only fictional Europeans seem allowed to be without anyone raising an eyebrow. Her legs go on forever (175 cm), which looks impressive propped against your couch but also presents logistical problems if your apartment isn’t exactly Versailles-sized.
I remember thinking she’d look weird next to my bookshelf; turns out she looks weird everywhere. But then again, maybe everything looks weird when you stare long enough.
Movable Joints Are Both Cool and Uncanny
Here’s where things get existential fast—the steel skeleton lets her pose almost any way you want, but there’s always this moment where the human brain rebels against the uncanny valley effect. You move her arm and suddenly remember every horror movie mannequin scene ever filmed.
Still, it makes cleaning easier—which is not something anyone talks about but probably should when discussing life size silicone sex dolls.
Athletic Build With Zero Cardio Required
Imogen has that athletic silhouette brands love marketing: toned ass, defined legs, breasts that defy gravity without any Pilates involved… It feels both empowering and slightly dystopian at once—a body built for pleasure but immune to pizza cravings or bad posture days.
There were times I caught myself comparing her proportions to real people I know (not recommended). It ends with existential dread—or maybe just another beer while contemplating why perfection feels so hollow up close.
Discreet Packaging Is Actually Kind Of Funny
Let me tell you—the lengths companies go for discreet packaging these days border on performance art. The box could contain anything from IKEA furniture to rare vinyl records; nobody suspects a European escort sex doll until they try lifting it up the stairs and wonder why their new lamp weighs as much as an eighth grader.
There was one awkward moment with my neighbor asking if I needed help carrying “that big package.” Uh…no thanks?
Not Quite Human But Also Not Just Plastic
In the end—I don’t know—the experience sits somewhere between surreal novelty and accidental introspection. Imogen doesn’t judge if your sheets are wrinkled or if your playlist loops sad indie songs too often; she just exists quietly until moved again.
Maybe that’s why people buy these things—not just for sex (though obviously), but for control over loneliness shaped into skin-like silicone with perfect symmetry and zero complaints about room temperature or takeout choices.
Choosing among the many top-rated silicone sex dolls available today really comes down to personal preferences and priorities.
Anyway—I keep thinking there should be more meaning here than there actually is…but sometimes it really is just what it says on the tin: a WM Doll named Imogen who takes four weeks to arrive and never texts back at midnight when everyone else has logged off already.
And that's... well that's probably enough words about her for now
