Fenny: The Strawberry Blonde Sex Doll That Actually Made Me Question Reality

Ever had one of those moments where you’re just sitting there, staring at a product page, and you wonder—who exactly is this for?

That was me with the Fenny: Strawberry Blonde Sex Doll. I mean, her measurements read like a fever dream (26DD bra size on a 5-foot frame?), and yet…here I am. Not proud, not ashamed. Just weirdly invested.

Anatomy of a Premium Silicone Sex Doll (Or: Why Is She So Heavy?)

Fenny clocks in at 77 lbs. Let that sink in for a second. Seventy-seven pounds of “premium silicone,” which basically means even moving her from the box to the bed is kind of an upper-body workout. I remember thinking, “This is more gym than romance.” Still, she’s got these long legs and this big butt that catch your eye right away—like some cartoon exaggeration of ‘curvy’ brought to life.

And yes, it’s all supported by this steel skeleton with joints that actually move. You can pose her arms or turn her head and suddenly she’s looking at you in a way that feels…well, somewhere between lifelike and unsettling mannequin. It’s hard to explain unless you’ve tried it yourself.

The Details They Don’t Really Advertise

Let’s talk about the stuff nobody mentions until you’re already two weeks into waiting for discreet packaging to arrive at your door (the box really is plain—almost suspiciously so). There’s permanent make-up and implanted eyebrows—which sounds fancy but mostly means you don’t have to worry about smudging anything if things get sweaty.

The hole depth specs are there for people who…care about such things? Vagina: 7.1 inches; anus: 6.7 inches—I guess someone measured with scientific precision because apparently, that matters in the absolute sex dolls universe.

But here’s something funny—in person, those numbers don’t mean what you think they do. Or maybe I’m just bad at math.

A Quick Tangent About Expectations

You know those stock photos where everything looks glossy and perfect? Fenny arrives looking almost too real—like she wandered out of an uncanny valley theme park just for your benefit. The hair isn’t quite as strawberry blonde as on screen (maybe lighting?), but the effect is close enough that after five minutes you stop noticing.

Also: feet are weirdly detailed? Like someone spent way too much time sculpting toes when they could’ve been working on hands instead (her fingers are fine but nothing special). Maybe there’s a foot guy running quality control over at Absolute Sex Dolls HQ.

Delivery Time Is Its Own Adventure

Three weeks doesn’t sound long until you’re getting daily emails from DHL asking if anyone will be home to sign for “a package.” Not the package—just “a” package, which somehow makes it feel even more illicit than if they spelled it out.

When she finally shows up, unpacking takes longer than expected because every limb is wrapped like precious cargo—and honestly by then most people would be too tired to care about big boobs or juicy curves or whatever else was promised on the site.

One Thing No One Warned Me About

Here’s what gets me: once Fenny is set up in your room (and yes, she does take up space), there’s this odd moment where reality sort of bends around her presence. You find yourself talking out loud just to fill the silence—or maybe that was just me being mentally checked out after wrestling 77 lbs through three flights of stairs.

Anyway—it becomes less about sex and more about having some bizarre roommate who never blinks but always looks ready for action. Which…isn’t what I expected when searching for a love doll online late at night while half-awake.

Would I Do It Again?

I dunno if I’d go through all this again—maybe if someone offered free international shipping forever or invented lighter premium silicone sex dolls with equally impressive big breasts proportions but less risk of back injury carrying them around my apartment.

But hey, if nothing else—I now know exactly how deep 7 inches really is (hint: deeper than my patience sometimes).

And now Fenny sits quietly by my window catching dust motes in her strawberry blonde hair while life goes on around her—a little surreal reminder that sometimes curiosity wins out over common sense…and occasionally leaves behind an oddly shaped dent in your mattress.