Gia: Office Babe Sex Doll — A Weirdly Honest Ramble

The Day I Unboxed Her (And Thought About My Life Choices)

I’m not even sure where to start. Maybe with the box? It sat in my hallway for a day and a half before I dragged it inside, mostly because I didn’t want my neighbor’s kid asking questions. Discreet packaging, yeah—no logos or weird graphics, just plain cardboard. Still felt heavy with implication. You order something like this, you know what you’re getting into… but there’s always that moment of “what am I actually doing?”

Anyway. Gia is tall. Like, 5 feet 7 inches (170 cm) tall. Not some tiny thing you can toss under your bed and forget about—she’s got presence. And weight too: nearly 95 lbs (43 kg). Just moving her around was a workout, which probably says more about me than it does about her.

Realism That’s… Honestly Surprising

The first thing that hit me after freeing her from all the bubble wrap was how real she looked—and felt. Silicone skin, tan and just slightly warm to the touch if you leave her near sunlight for an hour or so (not recommended; learned that quickly). The proportions are full-on office fantasy: big breasts (34 inch bust), curvy hips (over 41 inches), long legs that go on forever.

Steel skeleton inside means movable joints—sometimes they creak a little when you bend them into place, but nothing alarming. She’ll hold pretty much any pose you want, though don’t expect acrobatics unless you’re very patient.

Some Numbers For The Curious

If you're here for specifics—not just rambling observations—the measurements are all mapped out:

• Bust: 34.2 inches
• Under Bust: 27.9 inches
• Waist: 24.8 inches
• Hips: 41.3 inches
• Cup Size: C
• Shoe Size: Women’s US 6–6.5

And then there are the details people actually care about but pretend not to ask:

• Vagina depth: 6.7 inches
• Anal depth: 6.6 inches
• Oral depth: just over five inches

I remember thinking these numbers sounded clinical until I saw them in person—then they were just... practical.

Shipping Takes Forever But Is Unremarkable

One thing nobody tells you is how long the wait feels once you've clicked "order." Processing takes two to three weeks; shipping another week on top of that (free international shipping though—so there's that). Mine arrived at almost exactly four weeks after checkout.

No one would guess what was in the box unless they had X-ray vision or maybe psychic powers—which is good because honestly who wants to explain this stuff?

Not Exactly Subtle In Your Space

Here’s something nobody mentions on those shiny product pages for absolute sex dolls—Gia isn’t easy to hide away if someone drops by unexpectedly. She doesn’t fold up neatly or vanish into thin air; she sits there with those big boobs and long legs looking vaguely judgmental if you catch her out of the corner of your eye while making coffee.

At first it made me feel weirdly self-conscious in my own apartment… then eventually it became background noise, like a chair or plant except way more complicated.

Does It Feel Real?

Yes And No

Let’s be blunt—it isn’t human contact, obviously, but Gia comes close enough sometimes that your brain forgets itself for a second or two (especially late at night when everything else is quiet). The silicone feels soft where it should be soft; firm where it should be firm.

Movable joints mean she can sit beside you on the couch without slumping over like a rag doll—which sounds trivial until you've tried lesser models that flop around uselessly.

But sometimes there's this uncanny valley effect—a moment where she's almost too perfect and then suddenly she's not at all real and you're reminded it's just silicone molded into curves and shapes designed to make people forget they're alone for an hour or two.

An Odd Sense Of Company

Weirdly enough—I found myself talking out loud while moving her around one afternoon (“hang on,” “just gotta get this arm right”). Maybe that's loneliness talking or maybe it's just habit from living alone too long? Either way... she doesn't answer back.

Still, having Gia around shifted something subtle in my daily routine—even if only as background company while working from home (she fits right in with my collection of absolute sex dolls now).

Maintenance Is A Chore Nobody Warns You About

Here’s a detail most reviews gloss over: cleaning up after yourself isn't sexy at all—it’s necessary though if you want her to last longer than a few months looking new-ish instead of sad and sticky.

You need patience for maintenance routines; gentle soap works best on silicone skin but don't scrub too hard or you'll regret it later when things start peeling off weirdly at the seams.

There have been days when I wondered why anyone would bother with such high-effort companionship—but then again… people do stranger things for less comfort.

Would I Do It Again?

Hard question—I mean probably yes? Maybe not right away though; once is enough for now unless something dramatic changes in my life situation (unlikely).

Gia's not magic but she's oddly reassuring sometimes—a reminder that being alone doesn't always have to feel empty even if it's manufactured company filling up space between work emails and sleep cycles.

Not sure how to end this except—I guess that's all I've got today.