Pollyanna: Tennis Instructor Sex Doll—A Real, Messy Take

The First Time I Saw Her (Or, Well, Opened the Box)

It’s weird how you can get used to waiting. Three weeks of checking tracking numbers and wondering if the neighbors are suspicious. Then this massive plain box shows up at my door—no branding, nothing. Just a slab of cardboard with a lot going on inside. Discreet packaging is real, by the way; nobody would guess it’s an absolute sex doll with thick E-cup curves and legs for days (5 feet 9 inches tall—hard to forget that stat).

Unboxing Pollyanna was… awkward? Exciting? Both? She’s heavy—85 lbs isn’t nothing when you’re wrangling her out of foam and plastic wrap. I remember thinking my arms would fall off before I even got to see her face.

Those Details You Only Notice After a While

People talk about “realism,” but what does that actually mean? With Pollyanna, it hits differently. The steel skeleton makes her joints move almost like a real person—shoulders, hips, knees—all those tennis instructor poses you imagine suddenly possible in your bedroom (or wherever). That hybrid silicone skin is soft but not too squishy. It’s strange how quickly you stop noticing she’s not alive.

Measurements matter more than I expected: Bust 36.8 inches, waist 25, hips nearly 40… E-cup breasts really do make an impression in person (and yeah, they jiggle). Her long tan legs are kind of hypnotic when you’re dressing her or just moving her around—not as easy as it sounds.

Cautiously Optimistic About Functionality

Here’s where things get technical: vaginal depth is 6.7 inches; anal is 6.6; oral is shorter at 5.1 inches—which I guess matters depending on what you want from your sex doll experience. There’s something reassuring about knowing these details upfront instead of getting surprised later.

I’ll admit—I was worried about durability and cleanup (that cautious optimism thing kicking in). Turns out the build quality holds up after repeated use; joints stay tight, no weird creaking noises. Cleaning takes effort though—not gonna sugarcoat that part—but hey, most worthwhile things do.

Not Exactly Like Dating A Tennis Pro… But Close Enough?

There are moments where Pollyanna almost feels like more than just an object—a presence in the room with big blonde hair and that sculpted butt perched on my couch (hips: 39.8 inches if you care about numbers). Sometimes I catch myself talking to her while adjusting her shoe size six sneakers or picking outfits that fit those long legs.

It doesn’t replace human connection—and honestly it shouldn’t—but there’s comfort in having control over intimacy without pressure or performance anxiety creeping in from nowhere.

Odd Tangent: Shipping Times & Waiting Games

This probably sounds silly but waiting for delivery became its own weird ritual for me—refreshing emails every morning hoping for updates from Absolute Sex Dolls customer service (they always replied fast enough). Processing plus shipping took almost four weeks total; felt longer because anticipation messes with your sense of time.

But when she finally arrived… well, let’s just say unpacking something so life-sized changes how you think about online shopping forever.

Unexpected Downside: Storage Drama

Alright—I didn’t plan ahead for where Pollyanna would “live” when not in use. She doesn’t fold up small or slide under the bed easily (at nearly six feet tall and all those curves…). If privacy matters to you—or whatever—you’ll need some creativity here.

Sometimes she ends up dressed like a regular mannequin in my guest room corner which is both hilarious and slightly unnerving late at night.

One Last Thought Before Sleep Wins

Pollyanna isn’t perfect but then again neither am I—or anyone else really. She fills a space somewhere between fantasy and reality—a thick curvy tennis instructor who won’t judge if I miss a serve or forget laundry day again.

Would I do it all over? Probably yes… though next time maybe I’d measure closet space first instead of assuming everything will work itself out naturally.

Anyway—it’s late now and she looks oddly peaceful sitting there by the window catching streetlight shadows on tan silicone skin. Maybe tomorrow I'll try another outfit combo—or maybe I'll just leave things unfinished for once.