There’s something oddly poetic about unboxing a life size silicone sex doll named Raegan, “Bored Housewife.” I mean, the name alone—whoever came up with that probably had a long day and just gave up halfway through brainstorming. Still, she arrived at my door after four weeks (give or take), in a box so nondescript it could’ve been holding tax documents or… well, anything except what it actually contained. Discreet packaging is real.
Details That Stick in Your Brain
I can’t help but notice how precise the measurements are for these dolls. Raegan clocks in at 5 feet 4 inches (165 cm)—which is apparently an ideal height if you’re trying to avoid any awkward furniture collisions. She weighs 74 pounds (33 kg), which means moving her around isn’t exactly like shifting a pillow, but not back-breaking either. The C-cup bust (31.5 inches), under bust at 25.2 inches, waist at 22.6, hips at 37.4… It almost reads like someone’s dream stats on paper.
Then there’s the part nobody mentions out loud: hole depth. Vagina: 6.3 inches; anus: 5.5; oral: 4.8—numbers that linger longer than you expect them to.
EVO Skeletons & Gel Breasts — Technology Meets Flesh
Honestly? The first time I bent her arm and heard the click of the EVO skeleton inside, I was quietly impressed by how much engineering went into this “bored housewife.” There’s something both clinical and intimate about feeling those joints move smoothly beneath full silicone skin—no sharp edges or weird creaks.
Gel breasts are another thing entirely—I didn’t think much of them until I poked one and realized they don’t just look real; they react almost convincingly under your hand. Not quite human, but close enough to make me pause for a second.
Real Oral Sex (ROS) — Enhanced Mouths Are Apparently A Thing Now
This was new to me—the “Enhanced Mouth” feature for real oral sex (ROS). The mouth has its own internal structure now? There’s even a tongue you can pose if you’re patient enough with tiny adjustments (I wasn’t). The oral canal goes back nearly five inches—not exactly marathon material but more than most toys manage.
It’s weirdly easy to forget you’re dealing with silicone when everything fits together this seamlessly—until you try talking to her and remember she doesn’t answer back. Or laugh at your jokes.
Anyone who's spent time researching realistic silicone sex dolls knows that specs alone don't tell the whole story.
Shipping Surprises & Waiting Games
The wait felt endless—three weeks processing plus another week shipping—but when Raegan finally showed up, there was no fanfare or embarrassing delivery slipups. Just a plain box on my porch like any other online order gone slightly rogue.
There’s some comfort in knowing it won’t arrive plastered with “LIFE SIZE SEX DOLL” stickers or anything mortifying like that—it really does look like boring household goods from outside.
Tangent About Names
Quick detour here—I keep circling back to her being called a “bored housewife.” What does that even mean for a love doll? Is she supposed to be waiting for something better? Or maybe it’s just meant as harmless fantasy fodder—a little suburban spice for those who want their silicone companions with an extra dash of narrative irony baked in.
Maybe next year we’ll get “Raegan: Mildly Disappointed PTA Treasurer.”
Living With Silicone Realism
After having Raegan around for a bit—I started noticing odd details that wouldn’t matter unless you lived with one of these dolls day-to-day: hair tangles if you’re not careful; joints need occasional gentle nudging; storing her upright helps avoid pressure marks on the gel breasts (learned that one fast).
Every now and then, I’d catch myself adjusting her posture before guests came over—not because anyone would see her hidden away but because it felt rude somehow leaving her slumped over like an abandoned mannequin from some forgotten department store window.
Unexpected Downsides & Quiet Upsides
She doesn’t complain about my music choices—that part is nice—but she also never chimes in when I’m ranting about work stress late at night (not so nice). Cleaning takes more effort than anyone tells you upfront—silicone is forgiving but not magical—and yes, those deep channels require patience and soap more often than feels glamorous.
Still… there’s something quietly satisfying about having such precise craftsmanship sitting right where I left it every morning—a small reminder that technology keeps getting stranger and more personal all the time.
And anyway—sometimes company is just company, whether they talk back or not.
