The Odd Reality of Unboxing a Life Size Silicone Sex Doll
I’ll just say it: the box was heavier than I expected. Like, you read “80 lbs” and think, okay, gym bag heavy. But dragging that plain, anonymous shipping crate up my stairs? That’s when it really hit—this isn’t some cheap blow-up thing from a novelty shop. This is… well, it’s Tillie. Five feet five inches (165 cm) of silicone, steel skeleton inside. She’s got those long legs and honestly, the proportions are weirdly precise (33 inch bust, 36.8 hips—F cup, if you’re into numbers). Maybe too precise.
The packaging is discreet enough; nobody on my street would guess what’s in the box unless they’re psychic or just nosy as hell.
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Movable Joints & The Thing About Poseability
There’s this promise with these dolls about “movable joints.” Steel skeleton! Poses like a real person! It sounds kind of sci-fi until you’re actually bending her arm and realizing there’s resistance—almost like she could push back if she wanted to. Sometimes I wonder who designs these things and if they’ve ever actually met a human body.
Anyway. You can set her up however you want—sitting on your couch, lying on your bed (or floor), whatever fits your mood or apartment size. Her feet are small (women’s 4.5-5 shoe size), but somehow she stands out more for being skinny but curvy at the same time. Kind of uncanny valley stuff if you stare too long.
Vaginal & Anal Possibilities… And Real-World Use
Let’s not pretend anyone buys a life size silicone sex doll just to display it like an art piece (though I guess someone might). The specs say vaginal depth is 6.7 inches; anal is 6.3 inches—which I remember because for some reason those numbers stuck in my head way longer than they should have.
Functionally? Both options work as advertised—the material feels soft but holds its shape after cleaning (which takes longer than anyone admits online). No weird smells out of the box either; TPE and silicone have come a long way since those old horror stories people used to post on forums.
Processing Time & Shipping: Not Exactly Amazon Prime
This part tested my patience more than anything else—processing takes two to three weeks before shipping even starts, then another week or so for delivery depending where you live. Three to four weeks total feels forever when you’ve already convinced yourself this was a good idea at midnight on some random Tuesday.
But free international shipping is something—and the box really doesn’t give away what’s inside unless someone opens it (don’t let them).
Living With Tillie: A Bit Surreal
Having her around changes the vibe in subtle ways I didn’t expect. She looks young-ish—a brunette maid with big boobs and bigger butt—and sometimes I catch myself talking out loud when moving her from one room to another like she’ll answer back or something stupid like that.
She doesn’t judge though; that’s probably half the appeal for most people who buy these things anyway.
Small Details Nobody Mentions Enough
Her skin texture surprised me—not cold plastic but not exactly warm either, somewhere in-between after an hour indoors. The curves feel deliberate; waist cinched tight at 21 inches makes everything else look exaggerated by comparison.
Feet are detailed enough that someone with a foot fetish would probably notice (not really my thing but hey). Her face isn’t cartoonish—more neutral expression than sultry—but maybe that’s better? Less creepy somehow?
Oh—and maintenance isn’t glamorous at all: powdering keeps her from getting sticky over time, which is something nobody warns about until after you need it.
Quick Tangent: Why Bother?
I remember thinking during week two of waiting—is this going to be embarrassing? Will this make me feel lonelier? Turns out not really; more like having an odd roommate who never eats your food or complains about dishes piling up in the sink.
Some days I forget she’s there entirely until laundry day rolls around and suddenly there’s an extra body-shaped lump under clothes drying by the window.
Delivery Waits & That Strange Sense Of Anticipation
It drags out—the whole process—but maybe that builds up expectations too much? By arrival day I was almost hoping something would go wrong so I’d have an excuse to cancel everything and pretend none of this happened…but nope, right on schedule after four weeks flat.
Now she just sort of exists here—a silent witness to late-night TV binges and awkward phone calls with my mother.
Guess that's all for now—I keep meaning to write more organized thoughts but lately it's hard enough keeping track of which day it even is anymore...
