Coco: Fashion Intern Sex Doll — The Oddly Specific "Intern" Fantasy Nobody Asked For

I’m not sure who wakes up and thinks, “You know what’s missing from my life?

A fashion intern sex doll.” But apparently, someone out there did. Enter Coco: the 5’4” platinum silicone “intern” with proportions that would get you kicked out of most HR departments. I mean, let’s just call it what it is—this is a very expensive, very specific kind of companion. And yes, I tried her (don’t ask how that conversation went with my delivery guy).

The Details You Can’t Unsee

Let’s talk numbers. Because nothing says romance like bust-to-hip ratios and hole depth measurements on a spreadsheet.

Coco clocks in at 5 feet 4 inches (164 cm)—which is weirdly average for a runway hopeful but somehow feels taller when she’s actually standing in your living room. Maybe it’s the 83 lbs (38 kg) of platinum silicone staring back at you with those glassy eyes? Or maybe it’s just me overthinking things again.

Her bust is… substantial, to put it mildly: 34.1 inches up top, tapering down to an underbust of 21.3 and a waist that seems almost cartoonish at 20.3 inches before flaring out to hips at 34.6 inches. It’s like someone drew their ideal woman after watching too much anime.

And then there are the “hole depths”—because apparently people need to know this stuff before committing thousands of dollars to absolute sex dolls online:

• Vagina: 6.3 inches
• Anus: 5.9 inches

Not sure if anyone measures themselves beforehand or just likes knowing the specs for fun, but hey.

Shipping Is… Less Awkward Than Expected?

One thing I’ll give these manufacturers: they understand discretion better than most politicians understand plausible deniability. The box was plain—so plain I thought my neighbor had ordered another batch of protein powder until I saw the weight on the label.

The processing time dragged on forever (2-3 weeks plus another week for shipping), which left plenty of time for me to question every decision leading up to this moment. By week three, I’d already mentally rehearsed five explanations in case someone intercepted my package.

But when she finally arrived—no branding, no suspicious markings—it almost felt anticlimactic opening her up alone in my kitchen at midnight.

Movable Joints & That Steel Skeleton

Here’s something nobody tells you about these so-called “platinum silicone sex dolls”: moving them around is less like handling a lover and more like wrestling with an extremely flexible mannequin who refuses to help even a little bit.

Coco has a steel skeleton with movable joints—which sounds high-tech until you’re trying to pose her without accidentally dislocating something (her or yourself). On paper? This means you can set up all sorts of positions for whatever scenario you’ve got running through your head—fashion intern chic included—but in reality it mostly means sore arms and some awkward moments where she ends up slumped over like she fainted during NYFW.

The Young Thing… Eh

Quick tangent—I don’t really get why these sites keep pushing words like “teen” or “young” alongside big boobs and “model is 18+ years old.” It feels unnecessary and honestly kind of gross? Yes, Coco looks young-ish; yes, she also looks like someone inflated every curve to comic levels; no, none of this makes her feel more real or relatable.

Maybe that’s part of the appeal for some people—she exists entirely outside normal human proportions or logic—but personally? It just makes me roll my eyes harder than usual.

Absolute Sex Dolls vs Reality

This isn’t my first rodeo with absolute sex dolls—or whatever euphemism we’re using now for high-end silicone companions—but there’s something uniquely surreal about Coco specifically being a “fashion intern.” Like… do people roleplay deadlines and coffee runs before getting down to business?

I remember thinking as I unboxed her shoes (yes, they include shoes): Who decided interns were sexy now? Wasn’t everyone complaining about unpaid labor last year?

Anyway—I guess if you want hyper-realistic skin texture and joints that creak slightly less than your own knees after leg day… well, Coco delivers on those fronts.

One Unexpected Downside

Nobody talks about storage until it’s too late. She doesn’t fit under most beds unless you have one of those fancy platform frames—and closets are basically off-limits unless you want nightmares every time you reach for your winter coat. Also: putting clothes on her takes longer than dressing myself before work Zoom calls. Just something worth mentioning before anyone gets starry-eyed by those marketing photos.

Weirdly enough—I still catch myself glancing at Coco sometimes while writing emails or making coffee.

She doesn’t blink, doesn’t judge, just stands there looking vaguely fashionable and entirely out-of-place in my apartment. Maybe that's what passes for modern companionship now? Or maybe it's just another thing I'll never quite get used to— but here we are, living with our choices, one oddly specific intern fantasy at a time.