Georgie: Morning Delight Sex Doll – A Weirdly Detailed Reflection

The Box (And the Wait)

There’s something about waiting three weeks for a package that makes you question your life choices. I mean, it’s not like ordering socks or, I don’t know, a blender. This is a five foot six inch silicone sex doll named Georgie—full D-cup, if that matters to you (apparently it does to some people). Free international shipping though, which is more than my last phone case offered. Discreet packaging too. They say “the box is completely plain and unlabeled,” which feels both comforting and slightly ominous. Like, what if you forget what you ordered? You open this anonymous coffin-sized box and—oh.

Anyway, there’s a two week processing time plus another week for shipping. That’s commitment. Or procrastination in action.

Details… So Many Details

Let’s just say the specs are weirdly precise: 168 cm tall (that’s 5’6” if you’re old-school), 81 lbs—or 37 kilograms if you want to feel even more exhausted dragging her up the stairs. Bust: 32.3 inches; waist: 21.2; hips: 34.3—I’m pretty sure that’s closer to comic book proportions than anyone I’ve met at the grocery store.

Oh, and then there are the hole depths (yep): vagina is apparently 7.1 inches deep; anus goes to 6.7 inches—which is information nobody asked for but everyone gets anyway when they start googling absolute sex dolls late at night with one eyebrow raised.

Joints That Actually Move

Steel skeleton with movable joints! Which sounds intense until you realize it means she can sit in a chair without looking like she fell out of an airplane mid-flight. There’s something oddly impressive about how much engineering goes into these things—like someone somewhere got their mechanical engineering degree just so Georgie could cross her legs convincingly.

I remember thinking—do people pose these dolls for Instagram? Is there a secret world of doll yoga accounts? Maybe not exactly yoga…hmm.

The Outfit Isn’t Included

That little dress in the photos? Not included. Just for photo purposes only—the fine print says so right under all those measurements and features like “vaginal and anal is possible.” Kind of funny how practical they get after listing everything else with such clinical pride.

It makes sense though; imagine expecting an entire wardrobe and getting…well, nothing but skin-tone silicone from head to toe instead.

An Odd Realization About Proportions

Somewhere between reading waist stats and staring at my own reflection in my laptop screen, I realized how surreal this all is—shopping for “absolute sex dolls” online by comparing hole depths and joint flexibility as if picking out running shoes.

I guess it says something about modern loneliness or maybe just modern commerce—how granular we get about our preferences when we think no one else is watching (except Google Analytics).

Tangent: Shipping Anxiety

Not gonna lie—a small part of me worried about customs or neighbors noticing an eighty-one pound mystery box on my porch. What do delivery guys think? Do they care? Probably less than I do—but still, discreet packaging suddenly feels like a minor miracle rather than marketing fluff.

Does It All Add Up?

Is Georgie worth it? Hard to answer that without sounding either jaded or weirdly poetic about silicone curves and steel skeletons—but there is something almost admirable in how much thought went into every inch (literally) of this D-cup companion.

Maybe next time I'll order socks instead—or maybe not, who knows where curiosity leads after midnight scrolls through product pages promising morning delight in five foot six inches of engineered realism.

Sometimes I wonder where all these dolls end up when people move apartments or change their minds...but that's probably another story entirely.