Tails: Sexy Fox Cosplay Sex Doll — An Oddly Exhausting Deep Dive

The box that didn’t say a word

I don’t know why I thought the delivery would feel less weird just because the packaging was “discreet.” Maybe I expected a little wink from the cardboard, or some sly fox logo. Nope. Just a plain, silent box sitting on my porch for what felt like hours. If you’re wondering about privacy—yeah, absolute sex dolls got this part right. Not even my nosy neighbor could guess what was inside, though she did give it a suspicious poke with her foot.

That’s one thing off my mind, at least.

Details you can’t unsee (or maybe want to)

Unpacking Tails is... let’s call it memorable. She’s 5 feet 7 inches tall (171 cm), which is taller than I remembered ordering? Or maybe it just feels that way when you’re dragging 65 pounds of silicone across your living room rug. The steel skeleton with movable joints actually matters more than you’d think—she doesn’t flop around like those cheap inflatable disasters from college days.

Measurements are pretty precise: bust 33 inches, waist 23, hips 36. D cup size if that’s important to you (it probably is). Shoe size: women’s US 4.5-5, so don’t expect to share sneakers unless you have very tiny feet and questionable taste in footwear.

And yes—vaginal and anal sex are both possible here. Vagina depth clocks in at about 7 inches; anus slightly less at 6.7 inches. There’s something oddly clinical about knowing these numbers but hey, people ask.

Athletic fox-bunny hybrid?

Sure, why not

Starpery went all-in on the cosplay angle: long red hair (not carrot orange but more like late-night anime binge red), athletic build without veering into bodybuilder territory—those legs go on forever and then some. Something about her proportions feels cartoonish yet almost believable if you squint hard enough.

I remember thinking the first time I set her up against the wall: Wait—is this supposed to be sexy or am I hallucinating after too many nights of bad sleep? It’s both, honestly.

She straddles that line between fantasy and “maybe someone out there really looks like this,” which is kind of the point with love dolls anyway.

Shipping limbo & waiting games

There’s no sugarcoating this part—the wait drags out forever. Three or four weeks for processing plus another couple for shipping means five to six weeks staring at confirmation emails and half-expecting customs will intercept your new silicone roommate out of sheer curiosity.

But free international shipping helps soften the blow a bit; nobody wants an extra hundred bucks tacked onto their order just because they live outside the U.S., right?

A tangent about expectations vs reality

This isn’t my first rodeo with absolute sex dolls (don’t judge). Every time there’s this expectation—it’ll change something fundamental or fill some gap—but mostly it just becomes another strange chapter in an already weird life story.

Tails stands out because she goes full cosplay without apology: big boobs but also athletic lines; bunny ears sometimes included depending where you shop; fox tail swishing behind her if you bother attaching it correctly (I never do).

Weirdly enough… she makes me laugh more than anything else now—a reminder that sometimes chasing fantasy leads somewhere unexpected but not necessarily bad.

Maintenance fatigue sets in

Here’s where reality bites back a bit harder than expected. Silicone needs care: cleaning after use isn’t optional unless you enjoy unpleasant surprises down the road. Joints creak sometimes—not loudly but enough to remind you she isn’t alive even if she looks eerily close under certain lights.

The novelty wears thin after a while—or maybe that’s just me being mentally checked-out lately—but I keep catching myself glancing over at her mid Netflix binge as if expecting her to comment on plot holes or something dumb like that.

Would I do it again?

Hmm, maybe not exactly… But then again—I’m still writing about it instead of selling her off or shoving her in storage forever.

If nothing else, Tails is proof that weirder things exist out there than most people realize—and sometimes they show up quietly on your doorstep when you least expect them to.

Not sure where this leaves me except tired and still mildly amused by how normal everything starts feeling after a while—even when it absolutely shouldn’t be normal at all.