Katana: The Japanese Housewife Sex Doll That’s… Well, Something Else

Details, Details (and More Details Than I Expected)

It’s weird how you never think you’ll know the exact hip measurement of a sex doll until, suddenly, you do. Katana—the so-called Japanese housewife sex doll—comes in at 5 feet 6 inches tall (168 cm if you’re feeling metric), with an E-cup chest that honestly looks like it’d give most bras a panic attack. She weighs 88 pounds. Yes, I actually checked. Lifting her feels like carrying an awkwardly-shaped teenager who refuses to help.

Bust is 36 inches, waist is 24, hips are 35.5—numbers that sound suspiciously like they were cooked up by someone who’s never seen a real human body but wants to make sure nobody complains about “proportions.” But hey, maybe that’s the point.

Ultra-Realistic Head?

Sure

Supposedly Katana has an ultra-realistic silicone head and TPE body. If you squint—or just don’t care—it does look shockingly lifelike from across the room. Up close? There’s something uncanny about those eyes staring back at you while you try to decide whether this was really a good use of your tax refund.

The steel skeleton underneath means she can pose “naturally,” or as naturally as a life-sized mannequin with movable joints can manage. Sometimes I’d leave her sitting on the couch just to see if anyone would notice during Zoom calls; it got old fast but was funny for about two days.

Let’s Talk Functionality (Because Apparently That Matters)

Vaginal depth: 6.7 inches. Anal depth: also 6.7. Mouth: shorter at 5.1 inches.

I’m not going to pretend these numbers didn’t make me double-take when I first read them on the absolute sex dolls site—like someone out there is measuring with a ruler before every purchase? Maybe they are; people surprise me all the time.

Katana covers all bases: vaginal, anal, oral—all possible and apparently engineered for realism or whatever counts as realism in this context. The mouth thing still creeps me out slightly but okay.

Shipping Is Weirdly Discreet

Here’s where things get oddly professional: Free international shipping and very discreet packaging (the box is plain and unlabeled). Took three weeks from order to doorstep—a processing time that made me forget I’d even bought her until suddenly there was an enormous cardboard box blocking my hallway.

There was no branding anywhere on it except for some cryptic code sticker that probably confused my nosy neighbor more than anything else could have.

Outfit Not Included (Because Of Course)

You see her online in this little housewife outfit—apron and all—and then she arrives naked as the day she was molded. Turns out the outfit is for photo purposes only… which felt like being catfished by a mannequin if I’m honest.

Had to scramble around looking for something vaguely appropriate before letting anyone else see her standing there in all her manufactured glory.

Unexpected Realizations While Owning A Sex Doll

I’ll admit—I thought having Katana around would be funnier than it turned out to be. At first it's hilarious; after week one, she becomes part of the furniture in a way that's somewhere between unsettling and mundane. People ask questions ("Isn't that expensive?" "Where do you even store her?" "Do you ever talk to her when you're drunk?") and eventually stop asking because... well... what else can they say?

Every now and then though—usually late at night—I catch myself thinking about how much engineering must go into these things: steel skeletons, TPE bodies soft enough without being creepy-flimsy, heads sculpted by artists who probably wish their mothers had pushed them toward accounting instead.

And yet there are hundreds of reviews online from people genuinely grateful for their absolute sex dolls—for reasons ranging from loneliness to curiosity to whatever else people don’t say out loud at parties.

One Odd Thing Before I Forget

Oh right—the smell straight out of the box is weirdly plasticky but fades after a few days if you keep windows open and don’t mind your living room smelling like new sneakers for forty-eight hours straight.

Anyway—not exactly what I expected when clicking “Add To Cart” at midnight on impulse buy energy—but not quite disappointing either? Just… odd in ways no product description will ever capture properly.

Maybe that's why people keep buying them anyway.