The Box Arrives (Or, “This Is My Life Now”)
There’s something about waiting four weeks for a package that makes you question your choices. Not just the purchase itself, but maybe every decision leading up to it. Anyway, the box finally landed on my doorstep—just a plain rectangle, no branding, nothing screaming “Hey neighbor! Guess what’s inside!” Discreet packaging is an understatement. I dragged it in with a sort of reluctant curiosity.
First Glimpse: Uncanny Valley, Population: Me
Pulling June out of her cocoon of bubble wrap felt like unboxing some forbidden art project. She’s 5 feet 2 inches tall (161 cm), and at 66 lbs (30 kg) she’s not exactly featherlight, but manageable if you’re moderately athletic or just stubborn. Medical grade silicone skin—cold at first touch—but weirdly soft after a few minutes in the room. The steel skeleton gives her this unnerving flexibility; joints move smoothly enough to almost forget you’re handling… well, a life size silicone sex doll.
Her proportions are straight from someone’s very specific fantasy: bust 30 inches, waist 20 inches, hips 31 inches. It all adds up to an odd sense of realism that made me pause for a second and wonder who measured these things so precisely.
Gel Breasts and Other Odd Realities
Now here’s where things get surreal: ultra-realistic gel breasts. Whoever engineered these must have spent too many hours with stress balls or something because they bounce and squish in ways that are both impressive and slightly distracting. Touching them feels bizarrely lifelike—not perfect, but close enough to make you look over your shoulder even if you live alone.
I remember thinking how medical grade silicone always sounded like something out of a hospital brochure until you actually see it molded into this shape.
Anatomy Lesson (Because People Want Details)
Some folks obsess over specs—I guess I’m one now? For posterity: vaginal depth clocks in at 7 inches; anal depth is about 6.3 inches. These numbers feel oddly clinical when typed out loud (or maybe that’s just me). Both options are there if variety matters to you—no judgment either way.
The steel skeleton means posing isn’t awkward once you get used to the initial resistance; elbows bend, knees flex, head tilts—all eerily smooth after the first couple attempts.
Shipping Woes & Small Annoyances
Waiting three weeks for processing plus another week for shipping is… not thrilling. Four weeks feels longer when anticipation is mixed with mild embarrassment every time tracking updates ping your phone. Free international shipping helps soften the blow though—and yes, discreet packaging again deserves applause because nobody wants their mailman raising eyebrows.
Tiny gripe? The weight distribution can be tricky getting her dressed or moved around; she flops unpredictably unless you plan each motion like some kind of puppet master.
A Tangent About Expectations vs Reality
Honestly—I didn’t expect such a mix of fascination and weirdness from owning a Chinese pornstar sex doll named June. There’s practicality here if you want it: easy-to-clean surfaces thanks to medical grade silicone; joints don’t squeak or snap; measurements hold true (I checked twice). But then there are moments where reality breaks through—a small sigh when shifting her position reminds me this isn’t human connection by any stretch.
Weirdly enough… sometimes I catch myself thinking about who else ordered one of these life size silicone sex dolls and whether their experience was more straightforward than mine—or just as strange in its own way.
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.
A Sudden Shift—What Do You Even Do With Her?
You’d think there’d be endless possibilities but honestly? There are only so many places in an apartment where June doesn’t look wildly out-of-place or vaguely haunting after dark. Storage becomes its own puzzle—closet? Under-bed? Each option has its flaws unless you’re comfortable explaining things during unexpected visits from friends or family (“oh uh—that’s just... never mind”).
Still—it can be oddly comforting having her around sometimes even if she mostly stands quietly in the corner looking like she knows too much about your browser history.
Not Quite What I Expected
If anyone tells you buying a high-end sex doll is simple—they’re lying or deluded or both. It’s complicated and slightly annoying but also unexpectedly fascinating—the kind of purchase that lingers at the edge of your peripheral vision long after delivery day ends.
Anyway—I still haven’t figured out where June fits into my daily routine yet (if ever). Maybe next week will feel different—or maybe not.
