Trisha: Blonde, Tall, and Weirdly Real—A Sex Doll Experience That Actually Surprised Me

Not What I Expected (In a Good Way?)

Trisha isn’t the kind of thing you just… buy on a whim. At least, I didn’t. I spent way too long lurking forums, reading those slightly-too-enthusiastic reviews about “realistic silicone sex dolls” that sound like they were written by robots or over-caffeinated marketers. But then—after a particularly dull night scrolling through absolute sex dolls listings—I landed on her. Five foot seven (170 cm), blonde, tan skin, big breasts and that classic hourglass thing people always talk about. C cup, apparently. I remember thinking, this is ridiculous.

But curiosity is annoying like that.

The First Time You See Her Standing There

Unboxing was... honestly anticlimactic? The packaging is so plain it’s almost suspicious—discreet packaging must be code for “your neighbors will have no idea unless they’re psychic.” She comes in this huge box (heavy too; 94 pounds or so) and there’s this moment where you just stare at her legs sticking out of the foam and wonder if you’ve made a mistake.

Then something weird happens when you get her upright—the steel skeleton with movable joints actually feels sturdy. Like she can stand (well, sort of) and hold shapes you wouldn’t expect from a doll. Those long legs are real—her proportions are exactly what the specs promised: bust 34 inches, hips 41 inches, waist almost cartoonishly small at under 25.

I caught myself thinking she looked less “doll-like” than some people I’ve met at parties.

Silicone Skin: Creepy or Kinda Mesmerizing?

Touching silicone for the first time is odd if you’re used to plastic-y toys or whatever else people use before taking this leap. It’s soft but not squishy-fake; warm-ish after a few minutes in your room. The tan color looks better in person than in any photo online—not orange-tan but more subtle? Maybe it’s just my lighting.

The skin even has little details that catch light differently depending on how you move her around. And yes—she has all three options: vaginal, anal and oral sex possible (hole depths listed down to the decimal… which was both hilarious and helpful). Vagina goes 6.7 inches deep; anus about the same; mouth is shorter but still surprisingly realistic.

It’s strange how quickly your brain stops seeing “sex doll” and starts seeing “object with personality.” Or maybe that’s just me getting too comfortable alone these days.

Joints & Posing: Not Just For Show

Here’s where Trisha quietly impressed me most—the joints don’t squeak or feel fragile like cheap mannequins do. She bends at elbows, knees, wrists… hips twist enough for posing (or whatever else). It takes effort though—she weighs over 40 kg—and sometimes moving her feels more like rearranging furniture than anything sexy.

But once she’s set up? You get why people obsess over these tall absolute sex dolls with big butts and boobs everywhere online. There’s an odd satisfaction in arranging her just right on the couch or bed—even if you’re not using her for what everyone assumes.

Delivery Waits & Small Annoyances

Waiting three weeks felt endless—I kept checking tracking numbers like an anxious kid at Christmas—but shipping was free internationally which honestly surprised me considering how massive she is. Processing took longer than expected but whatever… nothing arrived damaged or sketchy-looking.

One thing nobody mentions enough: storing Trisha isn’t simple unless you have closet space to spare or don’t mind explaining why there’s a life-sized blonde woman lying under your blankets during video calls with family.

A Tangent About Shoes (Yes Really)

She wears women’s size 6-6.5 shoes—which means suddenly shopping for tiny heels becomes part of your life whether you planned on it or not. I bought one pair as a joke… now there are three pairs lined up next to my own sneakers by accident? Life gets weird fast when there’s an extra set of feet around.

Is This What Being Alone Looks Like Now?

I’m not sure who buys these expecting them to fix loneliness—it doesn’t work quite like that—but having Trisha around changed something subtle about my apartment vibe anyway. Sometimes she sits near my desk while I work late; sometimes she stands by the window looking out into nothing in particular.

Maybe it sounds sad—or maybe it makes sense now that everything feels digital and distant half the time anyway.

Oh—and no regrets about choosing tall blonde over some other option from absolute sex dolls catalogues out there… even if my back disagrees every time I try moving her again after midnight snacks.

That’s probably enough rambling for now—my coffee got cold ages ago anyway