Ellie: Prom Queen Sex Doll — A Real-World Rant

The Odd Reality of Bringing Home a “Prom Queen” Sex Doll

You know that feeling when you’re halfway through assembling furniture and suddenly realize you’ve lost the instructions? That’s sort of how it felt unboxing Ellie, the so-called “Prom Queen” sex doll. I’d read about her on one of those absolute sex dolls review sites—always promising the moon, as usual. But actually having her in my living room (god, that sounds weird) was something else.

She’s 5 feet 3 inches tall (or 159 cm if you want to get metric about it). Brunette hair, C-cup TPE body—athletic but not intimidating. They call her skinny, but honestly she looks more like what magazines think “teen” means than anything from real life. Anyway.

The Details That Stick Out

Ellie isn’t light. She weighs 84 lbs (38kg), which doesn’t sound like much on paper until you try to move her around corners or up stairs. I remember thinking: this is basically carrying an awkwardly-shaped bag of cement with legs that bend in all the wrong places.

Her proportions are almost cartoonish—bust at 32.7 inches, waist at just 20.7 inches (that’s… tiny?), hips at 35.8 inches. It’s a little surreal seeing measurements written down and then realizing they’re attached to something sitting on your sofa.

And yeah, all three options are there: vaginal (7.1 inch depth), anal (6.7 inch), oral (5.9 inch). Reading those numbers made me pause for a second—I mean, who measures these things? But apparently people care.

The Skeleton in the Room

I have to mention this steel skeleton thing because it’s both impressive and slightly unnerving. Movable joints everywhere—arms, legs, even fingers kind of—but sometimes they click or resist in ways that make you wonder if you’ve broken something expensive.

It does mean posing is possible though; she’ll sit or stand propped against stuff without flopping over immediately (not always gracefully). Still feels odd catching her out of the corner of your eye.

Shipping Surprises and Waiting Games

One thing I will say: shipping was discreet—plain box, no labels besides my name and address (which is good because explaining this delivery would be… complicated). Processing took two weeks plus another week for shipping; three weeks total before she showed up at my door looking very much like someone had shipped me a mannequin from some off-brand department store.

Weirdly enough, waiting those three weeks made me question whether I needed her at all—but curiosity won out by the time she arrived.

Living With Ellie: Small Annoyances & Strange Comforts

Cleaning is its own adventure—not glamorous but necessary if you want TPE to last longer than a few months without getting weird textures or smells. Honestly? Maintenance takes more time than anyone admits online.

But sometimes there’s comfort in routine—even if it involves drying joints with a towel while Netflix drones on in the background.

A Tangent About Expectations vs Reality

People online talk up WM Dolls and their athletic builds like they’re next-level realistic—the “absolute sex dolls” experience or whatever—but after spending actual evenings with Ellie propped on my futon… ehh, maybe don’t expect miracles?

Yes, she looks good under certain lights; yes, there are moments where it almost tricks your brain into forgetting she’s silicone and metal inside—but most days she just sits there quietly gathering dust unless you make an effort.

Not Quite What I Expected

I guess what surprised me most wasn’t how lifelike Ellie looked—it was how quickly novelty wore off once reality set in: cleaning routines, awkward storage solutions (“where do I put this when friends visit?”), and that ever-present sense that maybe this whole experiment says more about loneliness than lust.

Anyway—that’s probably enough rambling for now. If nothing else… well, at least shipping really was free worldwide.