Hitomi: The Sex Doll That Arrived When I’d Nearly Forgotten I Ordered Her

The Day the Box Showed Up (And Yes, It Was Plain)

I guess I should start with the shipping, because that’s where my brain keeps going. Three weeks is a long time to wait for anything—especially when you’re already kind of checked out and just want things to be easy. But there it was: a big, anonymous box at my door. Nothing flashy. Just cardboard and tape; not even a brand name. Discreet packaging really means discreet, which… well, I appreciated more than I thought I would.

It’s weird how you can forget about something like this until it’s right in front of you.

First Encounter: Heavy Lifting (Literally)

Dragging 66 lbs into my apartment wasn’t exactly the fantasy anyone sells you on. For some reason, whenever people talk about absolute sex dolls or platinum cured silicone bodies, they skip over the part where you’re sweating in your hallway trying not to drop anything on your toes.

She’s 5 feet 1 inch tall—158 cm if you think in metric—and honestly? She looked taller lying down in all that plastic wrap. There was a moment where I just sat there staring at her face thinking, “What have I done?” Not regret exactly… just one of those moments where reality is heavier than the box itself.

Details That Stick Out (Some More Than Others)

Once she was unwrapped and sort of sitting up (the steel skeleton actually helps with posing—didn’t expect that), the details started popping out at me. The skin feels soft but not squishy-fake; it’s got this coolness from the platinum cured silicone that never quite goes away unless you warm her up yourself.

Measurements are oddly specific: bust is 27.56 inches, waist 22 inches, hips 32.7 inches—I had to look twice because those numbers don’t quite match real life proportions but somehow feel right for what she is.

Hole depth? Yeah, they list it everywhere: vagina and anus both go about 6.7 inches deep; mouth is less at 5.1 inches—not sure why that sticks in my head but it does.

Functionality vs Fantasy

Here’s something nobody tells you: moving joints around isn’t always smooth sailing. Sure, technically vaginal, anal, and oral sex are possible—advertised right on every absolute sex dolls site—but getting everything aligned when your mind isn’t exactly present takes patience.

The steel skeleton works but sometimes creaks or resists in ways that remind me this isn’t a person—it’s an object pretending very hard to be one.

Weirdly enough, there were moments setting her up where it felt almost meditative… or maybe just repetitive enough to let my thoughts drift somewhere else for a bit.

Processing Time Blues

Waiting two weeks for processing plus another week for shipping doesn’t sound bad until day seventeen rolls around and nothing has changed except your level of anticipation (or lack thereof). By then I’d nearly forgotten about her entirely—which made opening the door to find that plain box even stranger.

There’s something surreal about waiting so long for such an intimate product only to have it arrive without fanfare or warning; maybe that’s better though? Less pressure somehow.

A Tangent About Expectations

Not sure why people expect these dolls to solve loneliness or whatever else they hope for—I didn’t buy Hitomi expecting magic or romance or even much excitement if we’re honest here (and today apparently we are).

She’s realistic-looking in many ways thanks to modern silicone tech—the texture especially—but no amount of engineering makes up for actual human warmth or unpredictability. Sometimes expectations get tangled up with marketing copy and late-night boredom shopping sprees on absolute sex dolls websites… hmm, maybe not exactly healthy but also not uncommon these days either?

Unfinished Thoughts

I keep thinking back to how quiet my place felt after setting Hitomi up—like she absorbed noise instead of making any herself. Maybe that's what stands out most: silence isn't always peaceful when you're looking for connection somewhere inside all this silicone realism.

Anyway... still figuring out what all of this means—or if it needs to mean anything at all right now.