The Box Arrives (Eventually)
Four weeks. That’s how long it takes for a life size silicone sex doll to make its way from some mysterious factory to your front door. They say “discreet packaging.” I guess that means the box looks like you ordered a small fridge or maybe a suspiciously heavy yoga mat. No labels, no company logo, just a plain cardboard rectangle sitting on my porch. Neighbors probably thought I was finally giving in and buying gym equipment. If only.
Unpacking Jenny—the so-called “Steampunk Girlfriend”—felt like opening a puzzle you never quite asked for. She’s 5 feet 5 inches tall (167 cm), weighs 75 lbs (I nearly threw out my back), and requires the same amount of assembly as an IKEA bookshelf but with more existential reflection.
What Even Is Steampunk Sexy?
Here’s where things get... odd? The word “steampunk” conjures up goggles and brass gears and maybe questionable hats. Jenny has hints of that—her look is more cosplay than Victorian engineer—but honestly, after five minutes with her, I stopped caring about the theme and started noticing other things. Like her E-cup bust (33.5 inches) or her hips (35.8 inches). It’s weird how quickly stats become real when you’re staring at them in your living room.
The full silicone body is cold at first touch—like all these dolls—and warming her up feels strange until you realize this is normal in the world of love dolls. Silicone just does that: chilly, then gradually less so as it gets acclimated to your apartment temperature.
The Features Nobody Warned Me About
Let’s get technical for a second because apparently people care: EVO skeleton means she bends better than most humans I know (including myself after sitting at a desk all day). Her gel breasts are... well, they move around if you poke them, which is both impressive and slightly unsettling if you’re not prepared for realism.
Vaginal depth? 6.7 inches. Anal? 6 inches. Oral? 5. Yes, there are actual measurements for every hole—as if anyone’s using calipers before getting intimate but hey, someone must be.
There’s also something called Real Oral Sex (ROS) Enhanced Mouth technology which sounds like something from a late-night infomercial (“But wait! There’s more!”). It works better than expected but still feels oddly clinical to describe in writing.
When it comes to premium silicone sex dolls, the differences in material quality become obvious once you start comparing side by side.
Shipping Limbo & The Waiting Game
Three weeks processing plus one week shipping equals four weeks of constantly refreshing tracking numbers and wondering what choices led me here. Free international shipping sounds generous until you realize it gives you extra time to second-guess everything.
During those four weeks, I fell down several internet rabbit holes about life size silicone sex dolls—forums full of people swapping tips on storage solutions (closet vs under-bed), cleaning routines (don’t ask unless you want details), even debates over whether lighter dolls are worth sacrificing realism for ease-of-use. Wildly enough, some folks treat their dolls like roommates; others treat them like art installations or therapy tools.
Not Exactly What You Picture
I’ll admit—I didn’t expect to feel self-conscious setting up Jenny against my wall while assembling her limbs one by one like some adult version of Mr Potato Head gone rogue. Her proportions are exaggerated but not cartoonish; waist is 21.6 inches so clothes fit awkwardly unless custom-ordered or borrowed from mannequins at department stores who’ve seen too much.
One thing nobody tells you: moving a 75 lb silicone doll isn’t sexy or easy—it’s awkward in ways I can’t fully explain without sounding clumsy (which I am).
A Tangent About Expectations
You think ordering something like this will be funnier than it actually is—a punchline or conversation starter if nothing else—but there’s always this moment where reality sets in: Oh right, this isn’t just an idea anymore; it takes up space next to my bookshelves now.
Jenny isn’t alive but she sure occupies physical presence better than half the furniture I own.
Weirdly enough… sometimes I catch myself talking out loud when moving her—just muttering instructions under my breath like she might respond (“Hang on… left arm first”). Maybe everyone does that with their appliances too? Who knows.
A Few Details That Stick Out
Bra cup size: E-cup. Under bust: 25.6 inches. Weight distribution means she slumps if unsupported—not unlike certain houseplants after too many days without water. Oh—and the steampunk accessories? Nice touch at first glance but eventually end up tossed onto the coffee table because they get in the way during any actual use.
Processing time could be faster but then again nothing about owning a high-end sex doll happens quickly—or quietly if your floor creaks as much as mine does when moving seventy-five pounds across it at midnight.
Maybe that's part of the charm—or maybe it's just another thing nobody mentions online when they're raving about "realism." Either way... she's here now and taking up more mental bandwidth than I'd guessed possible when clicking 'order.'
