Himari: The Japanese Swimsuit Sex Doll That’s… Well, Something Else

Getting Real About Expectations

I’ll just say it: I was never the “sex doll guy.” You know? But curiosity is a weird thing, and after reading way too many ads for these absolute sex dolls—like Himari, the Japanese swimsuit TPE model—I sort of caved. Not because I believed all the hype. More like, I wanted to see if any of it was remotely true. Or at least not completely ridiculous.

Anyway, this isn’t one of those glowing reviews you see everywhere. Think of this as what you’d hear from a friend who’s half-watching TV while telling you how it actually went.

Details That Actually Matter (Or Don’t)

Let’s get some numbers out there since people seem to care: Himari clocks in at 5 feet 3 inches (159 cm). She weighs about 84 lbs (38 kg), which sounds light until you try to move her around your apartment and realize she’s basically dead weight—no pun intended. Her proportions are… well, let’s just call them “idealized”—32.7-inch bust (C-cup territory), 20.7-inch waist, 35.8-inch hips.

The holes? Yeah, they measure those: Vagina is 7.1 inches deep, anus is 6.7 inches, mouth is close behind at almost six inches. If that matters to you—I mean really matters—you probably already know why.

She comes with a steel skeleton and joints that supposedly move “naturally.” Sometimes they do; sometimes she feels more like an action figure that lost its balance a few years ago.

The Shipping Thing No One Talks About

People online rave about “free international shipping” and “discreet packaging.” Here’s the deal: the box really is plain—so much so that I nearly missed it on my porch because it looked like someone ordered furniture from an off-brand IKEA clone.

Processing takes two weeks plus another week for delivery (that part wasn’t exaggerated). Three weeks felt longer than expected when you’re waiting for something this weirdly specific.

Using It Is… A Whole Situation

Not gonna sugarcoat it—the first time was awkward as hell. Setting up a life-size TPE sex doll wearing a Japanese swimsuit in your room feels less sexy and more like setting up an art project no one asked for.

The skin texture is soft-ish but has that TPE smell at first (kind of rubbery), which fades eventually but doesn’t disappear right away. Movable joints are cool in theory but can be stiff or loose depending on how careful you are moving her arms or legs around—which honestly makes things unintentionally funny sometimes.

There’s supposed to be athletic flexibility here since she’s modeled as C-cup—all those keywords packed into one product page—but don’t expect Cirque du Soleil poses unless you want something to snap.

Weird Moment: Cleaning Is Way Less Fun Than Ads Suggest

Nobody tells you how much effort goes into cleaning these things until after you've spent money on them—and then suddenly you're Googling "how to clean TPE sex dolls" at midnight hoping your neighbors aren't snooping through your Wi-Fi traffic logs.

It’s not rocket science—just awkward and time-consuming enough that you start questioning whether anyone enjoys this part or if we’re all just pretending otherwise online.

A Small Realization About Loneliness

Here’s something odd I didn’t expect: even though Himari looks kind of realistic in low lighting (especially with the brunette wig on), there were moments where having her sitting around made me feel lonelier than before she arrived. Not sure if that's normal or just me being mentally checked out lately, but it's worth mentioning anyway.

And yet—I guess some people find comfort in owning these absolute sex dolls? Maybe it fills a gap or scratches an itch regular relationships can’t touch sometimes. Doesn’t make sense logically…but feelings rarely do.

Would I Recommend?

Eh…

If someone asked me straight up if they should buy the Himari Japanese swimsuit sex doll… I'd probably shrug and say maybe if they're really curious—or just want something totally different from reality for a while—but only if they're ready for all the weirdness that comes with it (and have space in their closet).

There isn't really a neat way to wrap this up because honestly... I'm still figuring out what I think about having her around myself. Maybe that's fine?