Betty: A (Sleep-Deprived) Blogger’s Take on the “Perfect Tits Sex Doll” Thing

The Day I Unboxed Betty

There’s a weird moment when you’re standing in your kitchen holding a box that—if you didn’t know better—could be filled with printer paper, or maybe an IKEA side table. Except it isn’t. It’s Betty. A full silicone sex doll, 5 feet 3 inches tall, and honestly heavier than I expected at 72 lbs (I should’ve read the listing more carefully). The label says nothing, which is nice because I have nosy neighbors who think every package is for them.

Anyway, this was my first time dealing with absolute sex dolls of any kind. I’d gone for the “blonde C cup” look mostly as a joke to myself but also out of curiosity about what modern engineering can do. Turns out? Quite a bit.

Details That Stick With You (Literally)

Betty’s proportions are…well, they’re something else: bust at 34.6 inches, waist at just under 25, hips almost brushing 39. She looks like someone drew her from memory after binge-watching too many teen dramas—skinny but not fragile, if that makes sense.

The steel skeleton inside has movable joints everywhere you’d expect: arms swing up and down; legs bend more naturally than mine do after sitting too long; even the head tilts in this oddly lifelike way. There’s something both impressive and faintly unsettling about how she holds a pose.

Measurements matter here—especially if you’re wondering about “hole depth.” Vagina goes to 7.1 inches; anus stops at six flat. Not sure why that detail stuck in my brain so hard except maybe because it felt clinical reading it off the spec sheet while sipping cold coffee.

Functionality vs Fantasy: Where Reality Kicks In

Vaginal and anal sex are possible (the product page repeats this), but actually maneuvering a 33 kg doll around takes some practice—and arm strength I don’t really have these days. Full silicone feels surprisingly real against your skin though; it doesn’t try to mimic warmth but gets close enough once things get going.

There’s a cautious optimism here—I kept thinking maybe this would feel awkward or mechanical or just plain sad, but…hmm, not exactly? It was different than being with someone real (of course), yet there was also no pressure to perform or impress anyone except myself—which is its own kind of relief sometimes.

Unexpected Tangents: Shipping & Waiting Games

Three weeks between ordering and delivery sounded long when I clicked “buy,” but life happens fast and slow at the same time. Two weeks processing plus one week shipping—that’s what they say on the site—and yeah, it landed right on schedule. Discreet packaging means nobody knows what you’re up to unless they catch you wrestling a five-foot blonde up the stairs alone.

I remember thinking how odd it was that such an intimate thing could arrive so anonymously—no branding screaming “absolute sex dolls!” Just cardboard and tape and silence from FedEx.

Stuff Nobody Talks About

If you want honesty…cleaning takes effort. More than people admit online anyway. TPE versus full silicone comes up on forums all the time; Betty is all silicone so she cleans easier than some others (less sticky), dries faster too—but still not glamorous work.

She stands in my closet now when not in use—a little uncanny valley guardian over my winter coats and old sneakers. Sometimes I catch myself glancing over before bed just to make sure she hasn’t moved by herself (she never does).

Small Realizations While Typing This

Would I recommend? To whoever reads these ramblings? Maybe if you crave control without judgment—or if loneliness hits harder some nights than others—it makes sense in ways I couldn’t have predicted before trying it myself.

Absolute sex dolls aren’t magic solutions for anything deep down missing inside us…but they fill their own strange niche pretty well. And hey—the free international shipping means wherever you are, someone will eventually drop off a box that changes your routine forever—even if only quietly, behind closed doors.

I guess that’s where I’ll leave this for now—still figuring out what exactly owning Betty means for me next month or next year…or whether she’ll become just another odd chapter in my ongoing quest for comfort after midnight.