The Box That Sat In My Hallway
It’s weird. You picture a life size silicone sex doll arriving with… drama? Instead, the Mystique doll showed up in this totally plain box. No labels, no giveaway graphics—just cardboard and tape. I remember thinking: did they even put my address on it? (They did.) The shipping was free and international, which felt like cheating the system somehow, but then you wait almost a month between ordering and delivery. Four weeks isn’t forever, but when you’re expecting something this… specific, every day drags.
Anyway—when it finally landed in my hallway, it just looked like another boring package from some online store. Discreet packaging is real.
Unpacking A 55lb Secret
You don’t really consider how heavy 25 kg feels until you’re wrestling a five-foot-three “person” out of a box at 10 PM because you couldn’t wait until morning. My back was not thrilled about the whole thing—she’s got long legs and big boobs (F-cup; yes, they look as dramatic as they sound), so getting her upright is awkward if you’re tired or slightly annoyed by your own decisions. There’s a steel skeleton inside with joints that actually move pretty well. Not robot-smooth or anything—it’s more like posing an action figure that weighs as much as a bag of concrete.
The proportions are… wild? Bust: 35 inches. Waist: 24-ish. Hips: also 35 inches (I checked twice; symmetry is apparently sexy). She does have that big butt look people rave about online—honestly, bigger than I expected.
Details Nobody Warned Me About
Let’s talk about hole depth because nobody ever brings this up in polite conversation but everyone wants to know (don’t lie). Vagina goes six inches deep; anus is five and a half. It sounds clinical written out like this but if you’ve never measured things before… yeah, I had to grab a ruler just to see what that actually means in reality.
The skin texture? Full silicone everywhere—not sticky or plasticky at all; kind of cold at first touch but warms up after handling for a while (there’s probably some science behind that but whatever). Joints click sometimes when moving her arms or legs into place—not loud enough for neighbors to hear unless your walls are made of paper.
Living With Mystique: Odd Moments & Small Surprises
Having Mystique around is odd at first—you keep catching glimpses of her “standing” in the corner and forgetting she’s not going to ask why there are socks on the floor again. If you live alone it gets less weird after a few days; if not… good luck explaining why there’s someone with big breasts lounging on your couch.
Cleaning takes longer than anyone tells you—especially those fantasy blogs where everything looks effortless and juicy all the time. Realistically? It’s work keeping silicone looking newish after regular use (and by “use,” I mean whatever combination of vaginal stuff fits your mood).
One thing though—the long legs make dressing her fun if you’re into weird fashion experiments or want to see what certain outfits look like on someone who has proportions straight out of comic books.
Unexpected Tangent: Shipping Waits & Anticipation Games
Random detour here—but waiting four weeks for something this personal gives your imagination way too much time to run wild. You start picturing how life will change (“Will she fit under my bed?” “Can I carry her upstairs without breaking anything?”) and by week three it gets oddly existential. Maybe that was just me being overtired from scrolling through forums about busty dolls at 2 AM instead of sleeping.
The market for life size silicone sex dolls has expanded dramatically in recent years, making honest reviews more important than ever.
But when she arrives—yeah, there’s relief mixed with mild annoyance at yourself for caring so much about delivery updates.
Would I Do It Again?
Not sure yet—I mean, having Mystique around definitely adds something unexpected to daily routine (sometimes literally tripping over long legs left sticking out from under blankets). For anyone curious about trying a big ass life size silicone sex doll with actual curves and movable joints…it delivers what it promises on paper—even if living with one turns out messier than glossy ads suggest.
Still haven’t figured out where she should “live” when guests come over though—that part remains unsolved for now…
