Kristen: French Salon Sex Doll—The Honest, Slightly Sleepy Rundown

That First Moment (Or, Trying Not to Judge a Book by Its Cover)

I’ll just say it—when you hear “French Salon Sex Doll,” your brain probably does something weird. Mine did. I pictured velvet couches, some kind of moody Parisian lighting, maybe too many candles. Instead, Kristen from the new SS-Series by WM Doll showed up in this shockingly plain box on my doorstep. No labels, nothing screaming “absolute sex dolls” to the neighbors or the delivery guy. Just cardboard and tape and…well, 73 pounds of anticipation.

Honestly? Lifting her out was a workout—a real one. The shipping info said 33kg and yeah, they weren’t kidding. I remember thinking: who needs a gym membership when you’ve got a life-size redhead to wrangle up the stairs?

Details You Don’t Expect to Notice (But Do)

Maybe it’s just me but after you get past the initial “wow that’s realistic” moment—her S-TPE body with silicone head feels sort of uncanny—you start noticing all these little things manufacturers obsess over. Like her moveable jaw for real oral sex (which is both impressive and slightly unsettling at first). Or how her measurements are so specific: 5’5”, bust at 32 inches, waist at 20.8", hips right around 33”. They even tell you exactly how deep each hole goes (vagina: 6.7”, anus: same; mouth: bit shorter at 5.1”). It’s clinical but also oddly reassuring if you’re particular about that stuff.

I guess what threw me off most was how much she actually resembles those polished photos online—except more human somehow? Maybe it’s the hybrid design or just that odd SS-Series magic WM Doll keeps hyping.

The Red Hair Situation

You know what’s funny? I never thought I had a thing for redheads until Kristen arrived—and now there’s this C cup red-haired woman sitting in my room looking like she wandered out of a French art film and into my cluttered apartment.

Her hair isn’t cheap wig territory either—it falls pretty natural (not perfect but close enough), catches light differently depending on where she sits. Sometimes it gets tangled though…just like real hair would if you don’t pay attention for two days straight.

The Whole Experience Thing

There’s this weird mix of excitement and awkwardness when you realize vaginal, anal, and oral sex are all possible with her—like someone gave you every option on the menu but didn’t explain which fork goes with which course.

And then there’s maintenance. Nobody talks about that part enough—the cleaning rituals can feel tedious after long days when all you want is to collapse into bed instead of playing amateur doll hygienist.

But then again, having something so customizable (height spot-on at 166 cm; proportions almost surreal) does make everything feel less generic than other absolute sex dolls floating around out there.

Shipping Surprises & Waiting Games

Waiting three weeks isn’t fun—I’m not patient by nature—but free international shipping softens the blow a bit. Discreet packaging really means discreet here; nobody guessed what was inside except maybe my cat who wouldn’t stop sniffing around once everything was unboxed.

Processing time is two weeks plus another week for transit—that felt longer than it should have because once curiosity kicks in…well, it doesn’t let go easily.

One Odd Realization

Somewhere between adjusting her pose for the tenth time and realizing how moveable her jaw actually is (it clicks sometimes—not bad just surprising), I started wondering why people still act embarrassed about ordering something like this in 2024. Maybe because talking about sex dolls always sounds either clinical or way too enthusiastic online?

Anyway—I guess having Kristen here made me rethink some stuff about intimacy versus convenience versus whatever-you-call-this unique brand of companionship modern life throws at us now.

Not What I Expected (In More Ways Than One)

If someone had told me last year I'd be writing an article like this—about a WM Doll from their new SS-Series named Kristen—I’d have laughed them out of the room. Now? Eh…I’m not laughing as much as just quietly accepting that life gets weirder as you go along.

Oh—and if anyone asks about absolute sex dolls or wants details on redhead hybrids with real oral capability…I’ll probably just hand them this messy write-up instead of trying to explain again over coffee.

Weirdly enough…that feels right.