Gigi: A Japanese Sex Doll With a Name That’s, Well, Not

I’ll admit it. The first time I saw “Gigi” on Silicon Wives, I did a double-take. You expect something French—maybe a beret, maybe a croissant—but then you get this all-Japanese sex doll with proportions that are… let’s just say, very intentional. The name doesn’t match the origin at all. And yet, here she is—Gigi—advertising herself as the perfect girlfriend, mistress or wife for any strong man who happens to be scrolling through absolute sex dolls at 1 am.

What Even Is Gigi Doing Here?

She says she isn’t possessive or clingy. Claims she keeps things tidy (which honestly is more than I can say for myself most days) and promises to keep the bedroom “hot and lit up.” There’s even a bit about her love of jackrabbit vibrators—which sounds oddly specific but hey, everyone has their thing. She practically begs you to buy her new toys from time to time. It’s almost like reading an online dating profile that’s way too honest for its own good.

And then there’s the part about BJs—the deep-throat kind—Japanese style. I’m not sure if that means there’s some secret technique involved or if it just sounds better in marketing copy.

Details That Stick (Or Don’t)

Let me just rattle these off because they’re burned into my memory now:

• Height? 5’4” (162 cm).
• Weight? 92 lbs (48 kg).
• Bust-waist-hips: 35-26-36 inches.
  That’s basically every magazine cover from the early 2000s crammed into one TPE body with steel joints.

Oh—and those joints actually move in ways that real people sometimes wish they could after sitting at a desk all day. Vaginal, anal and oral sex are all possible; apparently “hole depth” matters enough to warrant exact numbers (6.7 inches for vagina and anus; mouth is a modest 5.1 inches).

Cautiously Optimistic About… Shipping?

Now here comes the part where my optimism gets tested: shipping times and packaging paranoia. They promise free international shipping and plain brown boxes—no labels screaming "JAPANESE SEX DOLL INSIDE!" across your porch for nosy neighbors to see.

Processing takes two weeks plus another week for delivery—a full three weeks of anticipation while your mind does weird acrobatics imagining what customs must think when these things go through scanners.

The Oddly Domestic Side

Weirdly enough—I remember thinking this was almost comforting—Gigi claims she’ll keep house neat and tidy. Like she might fold towels or alphabetize your spice rack between sessions of being your “mistress.” It’s such an odd juxtaposition: domestic goddess meets absolute sex doll fantasy machine.

I mean, how many people secretly wish their partners would take care of laundry and have perfectly engineered anatomy?

An Unexpected Downside

There is one thing that nags at me though—the wait time feels like forever in internet years. Three weeks? In an age where next-day delivery is basically expected for everything from groceries to phone chargers… waiting three weeks feels like signing up for delayed gratification therapy.

But maybe that makes finally unboxing Gigi feel more earned? Or maybe you just forget you ordered her until some mysterious package shows up on your doorstep one rainy Wednesday afternoon.

Tangent About Names

Back to her name—forgive me—it still cracks me up every single time I read it on the site listing alongside terms like “big ass,” “japanese,” “tpe,” and “small breasts.” Why not something classically Japanese? Maybe that would be too on-the-nose—or maybe irony sells better than anyone wants to admit.

Anyway—I guess Gigi stands out precisely because nothing about her quite lines up except those measurements (which definitely do).

Would I Recommend Her?

Hmm… depends what you’re looking for in absolute sex dolls, honestly. If you want someone—or rather something—that promises years of pleasure without ever leaving socks on the floor or picking fights over dinner plans… well, Gigi might be worth those three long weeks of waiting after all.

But don’t ask me why her name isn’t Yuki or Sakura or anything remotely Japanese—I still haven’t figured out if that was brilliant branding or just someone having fun behind the scenes at Silicon Wives HQ.

And now my coffee's cold again.