Janya: Chinese Brothel Sex Doll – My Take After Weeks of Overthinking

The Oddly Specific World of 5’7” Dolls

There’s something weirdly comforting about reading the specs on a sex doll, isn’t there? Like, you’re not just buying… well, that—you’re buying numbers. Data. “Janya”—the Chinese brothel sex doll I ended up researching (and eventually ordering, after way too many nights staring at tabs)—stands a full 5 feet 7 inches tall. That’s 171 cm for people who do math automatically in their heads. I don’t.

Anyway, that height thing mattered more than I expected. There are so many short dolls out there, but Janya feels—what’s the word—present? Real enough to share a couch with and not feel like you’re in some uncanny valley fever dream.

Details You Can’t Unsee (Or Forget)

Alright, let’s get specific because that’s what people actually want when they search for absolute sex dolls or starpery or whatever keyword they end up typing at midnight.

She weighs 79 lbs (36 kg). That sounds fine until you try to move her around your apartment and realize you have the upper body strength of a slightly anxious librarian. The proportions are almost cartoonish but somehow believable: Bust is 33.7 inches, waist is only 22 inches (I remember thinking—how is that even possible?), hips hit 35 inches exactly. D cup size if you care about those things. Shoe size? Tiny: US Women’s 4.5-5.

Now the bit nobody talks about at dinner parties: hole depth. Vagina goes to 7.1 inches; anus is just a little less at 6.7 inches deep. Not sure why these numbers stuck in my head but…they did.

Movable Joints & Steel Skeletons Aren’t As Sexy As They Sound

The steel skeleton thing sounds cool on paper—movable joints! Pose her however you want! But here’s where reality bites a little: moving her arms into anything resembling “natural” takes practice and patience (plus some trial-and-error moments that made me laugh out loud alone in my room). Sometimes she creaks—a weird reminder that this isn’t a real person but also not quite an object either.

Still, being able to adjust everything from her posture to how she sits on the bed does help with immersion—or whatever word fits better here.

Shipping Realities & Discreet Boxes

Ordering Janya wasn’t impulsive—I spent weeks hovering over “add to cart.” There’s always this worry about shipping with absolute sex dolls or similar sites; will it be obvious what I’m getting? Turns out: nope. Box was plain as day, no markings except maybe some cryptic warehouse code that means nothing unless you work for customs.

Processing time drags though—3-4 weeks before it even ships, then another couple weeks floating across oceans or sitting in warehouses somewhere between Guangzhou and your doorstep. Five or six weeks total feels long when anticipation is building quietly in your brain every night.

Athletic Build vs Expectations

I thought “athletic” meant something else until Janya arrived—her legs really are long (and heavy), and she has this hybrid vibe between strong and soft that doesn’t translate through photos online. It took me by surprise—the way she fills space makes regular love dolls seem kind of flimsy by comparison.

And yeah…the breasts are big—but not cartoonishly so once you see them in real life lighting instead of studio shots designed to make everything pop off the screen.

One Tangent About Storage (It Matters More Than You Think)

Here’s something nobody warns you about: where do you keep her? She won’t fit under most beds without some awkward limb-bending gymnastics—and closets aren’t much better unless yours is unusually spacious or empty (mine isn’t). I tried standing her behind clothes but kept jumping every time I opened the door and saw those eyes staring back at me through hangers.

Weirdly enough—I started thinking about furniture differently after owning Janya for a few days…like which chairs could hold both weight and dignity at once?

Cautious Hopes & Small Surprises

It’d be easy to say owning an athletic love doll like Janya solved all sorts of problems—it didn’t exactly do that for me—but there were small surprises along the way: how oddly reassuring it felt having someone-shaped silence around; how much detail went into making sure everything looked right up close; how discreet packaging can calm nerves more than any customer service email ever could.

Maybe next time I’ll write about cleaning routines—or maybe not yet…I haven’t figured out the best system anyway