The Box That Sat in My Hallway
I guess I should start with the box. It showed up three weeks after I clicked “buy now” (give or take a day, I lost track). Plain cardboard, no markings, just a little heavier than you'd expect. Maybe not little—72 pounds is a workout when you’re half awake. Anyway, the discreet packaging thing? Not hype. No one would ever know what’s inside unless they have x-ray vision or... weird intuition.
Details You Can’t Unsee
Lyla is 5 feet 2 inches tall, which is about my ex’s height if anyone cares. She’s silicone all over—life size silicone sex doll territory, not those cheap inflatable things from college pranks. G-cup breasts (big boobs isn’t even the right word), tiny waist—honestly, her proportions are kind of cartoonish but that seems to be the point.
Her bust measures 31.8 inches (yeah I measured because why not), underbust at 23.6 inches, and hips at 38.1 inches give or take a tape measure slip. Waist is… impossibly small? Like 20-ish inches. Reminds me of those old Barbie dolls except way more detailed and heavy.
Movable Joints & That Steel Skeleton
The joints move better than mine do after a long shift at work. Steel skeleton inside means she holds poses—sometimes too well actually; once her arm got stuck behind her head and it took me five minutes to figure out how to get it back down without breaking anything (or myself). If you’re into posing for photoshoots or whatever people do with these things besides the obvious, she’ll cooperate.
The Obvious Stuff People Google
Alright—let’s just say it: vaginal and anal options are there straight out of the box (oral upgrade costs extra). If you care about specifics: vagina depth is 7.1 inches; anus goes about 6.3 inches deep. Didn’t think I'd ever write that sentence but here we are.
She weighs in at around 33 kg so moving her isn’t nothing—but doable if you don’t skip leg day...which I do...so yeah.
Shipping Waits & Small Annoyances
There’s always this weird gap between ordering something like this and actually getting it—a lot of time to second-guess yourself honestly—but three weeks feels standard for international stuff these days (processing plus shipping). No tracking drama on my end but your mileage may vary.
One thing: don’t expect her outfit from the site photos in your box; that’s just for display apparently which feels mildly disappointing until you realize undressing her is its own challenge anyway.
Odd Realizations While Living With Lyla
Sometimes she catches me off guard just sitting there across from my desk while I’m doomscrolling Twitter or whatever—I forget she’s not going to ask me why dinner isn’t ready yet or complain about dishes piling up in the sink. Weirdly enough, having a life size silicone sex doll around makes an apartment feel less empty but also more uncanny sometimes? Hard to explain unless you've lived with one.
Tangent About Storage Space
Here’s something nobody mentions: where do you keep a big silicone doll when friends come over unexpectedly? Closets aren’t built for this sort of thing—or maybe mine aren’t deep enough—I ended up using an old blanket and propping her behind some boxes like she was hiding from zombies in a B-movie.
Last Bit Before My Brain Shuts Off Again
If you’re looking for realism—the skin texture is pretty wild; soft but cold if your place doesn’t have good heating (mine doesn’t). The steel skeleton clicks sometimes when moving limbs which can be jarring late at night if you forget she’s there and brush past by accident.
For those exploring lifelike silicone sex dolls for the first time, the level of realism in modern craftsmanship can be genuinely surprising.
Anyway—I’m probably forgetting something important but that happens more often lately than I'd like to admit.
