Letitia: Bad Student Sex Doll (A Tired, Real Take)

The Unfiltered Reason I Even Looked at the “Bad Student” Thing

There’s a weird honesty in admitting you bought a sex doll. Or, well—considered it for too long while half-watching TV and scrolling through those endless absolute sex dolls listings. You get to this point where your curiosity is louder than your dignity. That’s how Letitia, the so-called Bad Student Sex Doll, popped up on my screen. Not proud of it, not exactly ashamed either. Just tired of pretending anyone browsing these things is doing so with a straight face.

I remember thinking: why does every product name sound like some awkward fan fiction? But whatever, Letitia was there—platinum silicone, 4 feet 11 inches tall (that’s 150 cm if you’re one of those metric people), and apparently “bad” in some way that isn’t really explained but is definitely implied by her plaid skirt and pigtails. Marketing is… something else.

Size Details Nobody Warns You About

Quick detour here: they list her as weighing 59 lbs (27 kg). I don’t know what I expected—I guess lighter? Lugging around something almost sixty pounds just to store it under your bed or wherever you hide these things… It’s not nothing. And she’s small, but not as tiny as the internet makes it out to be when you see her actual measurements.

Bust: 30.3 inches
Under Bust: 22.4 inches
Waist: 20.9 inches
Hips: 31.9 inches

That “asian” tag parade gets thrown around everywhere with absolute sex dolls like this, but honestly, she looks more like a petite college freshman than anything else.

The Holes (Not My Favorite Topic)

Yeah—this part always feels clinical no matter how you write about it. Vagina depth? They say 6.3 inches; anus is apparently 5.1 inches deep if you’re into measuring things before you use them (some people are). Both options exist; both feel about as real as anything made from platinum silicone can feel after an hour in a warm room.

Steel skeleton though—that actually matters more than anyone admits online. Movable joints mean she doesn’t flop over like a cheap inflatable thing from the back of an adult shop on Route Nowhere.

Shipping Is Its Own Kind of Drama

You’d think ordering something this personal would be terrifying—but nah, turns out they ship Letitia discreetly in some plain box that could just as easily hold printer paper or off-brand sneakers from overseas. Free international shipping helps justify the price tag when you’re staring at your bank statement later and wondering if this was self-care or just another symptom of modern loneliness.

Processing takes two or three weeks plus another for shipping—so basically a month before your secret arrives at your door looking all innocent in its cardboard disguise.

Small Realization While Dusting Her Off

Letitia isn’t heavy until you have to move her twice in one day because someone decided to stop by unannounced (“Oh hey! Just checking on you!”). Suddenly that steel skeleton feels less helpful and more like dead weight—literally dead weight—and hiding her becomes an Olympic sport involving panic sweats and creative closet management.

Weirdly enough, there’s something kind of comforting about how solid she is compared to other absolute sex dolls I’ve seen reviewed online—no flimsiness here—but also… maintenance is real work if we’re being honest.

A Tangent About Expectations Versus Reality

Here’s where my brain spirals off for a second: all those keywords—asian, young, small breasts—they set up this fantasy that never quite matches reality when she finally shows up at your apartment smelling faintly of new plastic and factory air.

She looks good enough for photos, sure; platinum silicone has that soft glow under certain lighting conditions (Instagram filters help). But living with any doll—even one built like Letitia—isn’t all sexy scenarios and smooth skin forever. Sometimes it’s just laundry day again and remembering not to leave her sitting near direct sunlight because yeah… silicone melts if you’re careless long enough.

One Last Odd Detail Before I Forget

If anyone tells you these dolls don’t need care—they’re lying or never owned one longer than two weeks for review clicks. Joints get stiff sometimes; hair tangles unless you brush gently; dust collects everywhere no matter how clean your place seems otherwise.

But anyway—I guess what surprised me most was how normal it felt after awhile? Like having another piece of complicated furniture nobody talks about openly but everyone secretly wonders about late at night while doomscrolling forums looking for advice on storage solutions or cleaning hacks nobody wants to Google during daylight hours.

And then suddenly it’s Tuesday again and life goes back to whatever passes for normal now—

But yeah… Letitia exists somewhere between fantasy marketing copy and awkward reality—a little heavier than expected, surprisingly solid, just waiting quietly behind closed doors until someone decides what comes next.