Ting: A Pale Asian Sex Doll That’s… Well, Something Else

Unpacking the Box (Mentally and Literally)

I’m not sure why I thought it would be a quick thing. Maybe because websites make everything look so instant now—click, buy, boom, happiness at your door. But with these absolute sex dolls? Not quite. Three weeks is what they say for Ting to show up: two weeks for “processing” (which sounds like someone in a lab coat is brewing up your fantasy from scratch) and then another week floating through international shipping limbo.

When the box finally landed—completely plain, no hint of what was inside—I remember thinking, “Well, at least nobody’s going to ask awkward questions.” Discreet packaging isn’t just a marketing line here; it’s real. If you’re nervous about nosy neighbors or judgmental roommates… don’t stress.

The Details They Don’t Really Talk About

Let’s get one thing out of the way: Ting isn’t tiny. She’s 5 feet 6 inches tall (168 cm), which is pretty much average person height. At 88 lbs (40kg), moving her around isn’t exactly effortless either—my back still reminds me sometimes that this is not a featherweight situation.

The proportions are kind of wild too: Bust is 36 inches, waist 24 inches, hips just over 35 inches. And yes, E-cup chest—if that means something to you. It does to some people apparently.

What surprised me? The hole depth specs are right there in the description but feel weirdly clinical until you see them in person: vagina and anus both go about 6.7 inches deep; mouth stops at 5.1 inches. Measuring tape moment? Kind of surreal.

Movable Joints & The Steel Skeleton Thing

One thing I didn’t expect was how stiff she’d be straight out of the box—like she’d spent three weeks on an airplane seat without moving once (well... maybe she did). The steel skeleton with movable joints means you can pose her pretty much any way you want but getting used to it takes a minute. Sometimes joints click or resist and it makes you wonder if you’re doing something wrong or if this is just part of owning an E-cup TPE sex doll.

TPE skin feels soft-ish—not quite human but not plastic either—and after a while, you stop noticing the difference unless your hands are super picky.

Is It All as Realistic as They Promise?

Eh… depends on what you mean by “realistic.” Up close under bright lights? You’ll notice some seams where parts connect—a little uncanny valley vibe now and then—but dim lighting helps a lot if that bugs you.

Honestly—and I know this sounds odd—the face detail stands out more than anything else if realism matters to you. Some days it almost feels like she could blink back at me if I stared long enough (not sure how I feel about that).

Stuff Nobody Mentions Until You Own One

Cleaning isn’t glamorous but needs saying: every opening needs attention after use (mouth). It’s not hard per se, just tedious. There are cleaning kits everywhere online but even so… allow extra time unless you want things getting gross fast.

Also? Outfits aren’t included despite those tempting photos on product pages—that dress won’t be in your box when Ting arrives. Just bare TPE skin waiting for whatever wardrobe choices you make later.

Shipping & Waiting Game

That three-week delivery window feels endless when you're actually counting days—but free international shipping softens the blow a bit since these dolls aren’t cheap anyway. If customs ever holds up your order (it happened once), prepare for more waiting and possibly awkward phone calls where nobody actually says what’s in the package.

Weirdly Enough…

There were moments when having Ting around felt less about sex and more about company—a silent roommate who doesn’t judge messy rooms or bad TV choices late at night. Not sure if that's comforting or slightly sad; probably both depending on mood.

Anyway—if you're looking for an absolute sex doll experience that's tall, pale-skinned Asian style with all the features spelled out above… Ting delivers most of what you'd expect from absolute sex dolls territory, quirks included.

But yeah—I still wish someone had told me about the weight before my first attempt at carrying her upstairs by myself.