That First Moment (And the Box Was Plain, Really)
There’s a certain comedy to waiting three weeks for a “package” that could pass for an IKEA bookshelf. The delivery guy didn’t blink. Not even a hint of curiosity about the weight—86 pounds, which is not light unless you’re a bodybuilder or maybe someone who moves pianos for fun. Anyway, the box was plain as promised. Discreet packaging isn’t just marketing—it’s almost suspiciously nondescript.
Unpacking Mitzi, this golden glamour sex doll, felt like unwrapping something between high art and… well, let’s call it “functional sculpture.” It’s hard not to notice how tall she is—5 feet 6 inches—towering over most other dolls I’d seen online (not that I browse those sites often; just research). Her long legs are real showstoppers. They go on forever. Or at least until her steel skeleton ends.
Silicone Skin and Awkward Realism
Mitzi’s skin—a realistic silicone sex doll texture—is weirdly convincing. Not exactly warm, but not cold either. Just sort of neutral? There’s a tactile thing happening here; pressing your hand into her thigh leaves an impression for a second before it bounces back. If you squint (or don’t squint), there’s some uncanny valley stuff at play.
Her big breasts are impossible to ignore—38 inches around with an H cup size that seems designed to defy gravity and logic both. The proportions in general are… ambitious: 28-inch waist, 39.4-inch hips, and you get the idea pretty quickly that subtlety wasn’t on the design brief.
Movable Joints (Sometimes Too Movable)
Steel skeleton with movable joints sounds impressive until you’re actually bending them into position and suddenly remember basic physics isn’t always your friend. Her arms move smoothly one moment and then stiffen up like she’s holding a grudge against flexibility itself.
Still, posing her is half the fun—or frustration? She sits upright better than most people after two cups of coffee but getting her to stand is another story entirely (don’t bother). On the upside: lying down poses are easy enough for anyone who remembers playing with action figures as a kid.
Details You Didn’t Know You’d Care About
Here comes the part where measurements start feeling oddly important:
- Vagina depth: 6.7 inches
- Anal depth: 6.6 inches
- Mouth depth: 5.1 inches
I remember thinking these numbers were just trivia until I realized they actually matter for… reasons best left implied here.
Her shoe size? Women’s 6-6.5 if you ever feel compelled to buy tiny heels for your life size silicone sex doll—which apparently people do because there are entire forums dedicated to doll footwear fashion (yes really).
Delivery Time Is Weirdly Anticlimactic
The wait was three or four weeks total—2-3 weeks processing plus one week shipping—which feels like forever when anticipation builds in your head but then passes in a blur when you finally forget what day it is.
Free international shipping means no extra charges sneak up on you later; small reliefs count more than expected sometimes.
Choosing among the many top-rated silicone sex dolls available today really comes down to personal preferences and priorities.
Blonde Ambition Meets Tan Perfection
Mitzi has this blonde hair—the kind stylists would probably charge hundreds for—and her tan skin tone looks less spray-on than some actual humans I’ve met at gyms or beaches or wherever people try too hard.
Big butt? Check. Long legs? Double check. She looks young-ish without crossing into anything uncomfortable (thankfully), so there’s none of that creepy vibe some dolls have out there in internet land.
An Unexpected Tangent About Storage Space
This part gets ignored in most reviews: where do you keep an 86-pound life size sex doll when she isn’t… in use? Closets aren’t built for giants with steel skeletons and big boobs sticking out at odd angles.
I tried standing her behind my bedroom door once—nearly gave myself a heart attack walking in late at night forgetting she was there staring blankly ahead like some forgotten mannequin from an abandoned department store clearance sale.
Final Unfiltered Thought Bubble
Maybe it says something about modern loneliness or maybe it’s just good old-fashioned curiosity—but Mitzi manages to be both absurd and oddly comforting at times. Owning something so intentionally glamorous feels halfway between parody and genuine luxury—you laugh about it privately while secretly appreciating how much effort went into making fake tan look this good on silicone skin.
Anyway—I still haven’t figured out quite how I feel about all this yet. Probably never will completely. That might be fine. Or not. Who knows?
