Carrie: The Psychotic Ex-Girlfriend Sex Doll (Yeah, That’s Actually Her Name)

I’m going to be honest—my brain’s a little fried.

Scrolling through endless “new releases” in the absolute sex dolls world, you eventually hit something so weird it snaps you awake. Enter: Carrie, Psychotic Ex-Girlfriend Sex Doll. I mean, who names these things? But anyway, she’s part of the new SS-Series from WM Doll. Supposedly their big hybrid innovation. S-TPE body with a silicone head—because apparently we needed that level of realism in our lives.

A Redhead With… Teeth?

Let’s get this out of the way first: Carrie is a redhead. Not just any redhead—the kind you’d see in old movies where someone gets their car keyed and then seduced in the same afternoon. There’s something about those big boobs (D-cup) and that 5’4” frame that screams “trouble.” Or maybe it’s just me projecting my own past mistakes onto an 88-pound hunk of engineered fantasy.

The silicone head is actually pretty wild. Real oral sex is possible because her jaw moves—like, opens and closes. I remember thinking this was either genius or slightly terrifying (maybe both). Mouth depth? 5.1 inches if you’re curious about measurements; they list everything down to fractions for people who care about precision.

Measurements They Really Want You To Know

You ever notice how doll makers are obsessed with numbers? Like, more than most gym bros I know. Carrie clocks in at:

• Height: 5 feet 4 inches (163 cm)
• Weight: just under 90 lbs
• Bust: 31 inches
• Waist: 22.4 inches
• Hips: 36.2 inches

And then there are the hole depths—vagina at 7 inches, anus at 6, mouth at that aforementioned five-ish mark. They want you to know exactly what you’re getting into (pun not intended… hmm).

Shipping Is… Weirdly Normal

Here’s where things get oddly mundane for a product called “Psychotic Ex-Girlfriend.” Free international shipping! Discreet packaging! Three weeks total from order to arrival! Sometimes I wonder if the delivery guys ever suspect what they’re hauling when it’s all plain boxes and pseudonyms on the label.

There was one time—I’ll go off track here for a second—a buddy told me his neighbor got a giant crate delivered and spent half an hour wrestling it inside while pretending it was “furniture.” It probably was furniture technically but also not really.

The Hybrid Thing

Back on topic—the hybrid angle is supposed to be some sort of revolution? S-TPE body with silicone head means softer everywhere except her face, which stays realistic-looking even after months (years?) of use or whatever people do with these things long-term.

I guess it makes sense if realism matters more than anything else, although sometimes that line between lifelike and uncanny valley gets thin enough to make your skin crawl a bit.

Why This One Stands Out (Or Doesn’t?)

Not gonna lie—I’ve seen dozens of dolls come through my inbox lately and most blur together after awhile. Carrie stands out mostly because WM Doll leaned into this whole “psychotic ex-girlfriend” branding like they were pitching an HBO mini-series instead of an adult toy.

But there’s also something about her proportions—those hips versus waist versus bust—that feels engineered to trigger some primal response or memory or frustration from failed relationships past. Maybe I’m reading too much into plastic curves but hey—that’s marketing for you.

What No One Mentions

Here’s something nobody brings up when talking about absolute sex dolls like this one: storing them sucks. She weighs almost as much as some real people I know, takes up half a closet, and moving her around is basically weightlifting disguised as leisure activity.

Also—and maybe this is just me being tired—you start wondering how we got here as a society where three-week shipping for hyper-realistic redheads named after relationship trauma is normal now.

Anyway—

If you’re looking for hybrid innovation, big boobs, red hair drama queen vibes wrapped up in discreet packaging shipped worldwide by WM Doll… well, Carrie delivers all that plus some existential questions thrown in free of charge.

And then life keeps rolling on awkwardly unfinished like every good story should be left sometimes