Wushi: Japanese Step-Mom Sex Doll — A Skeptical Dive

The Box Shows Up (Eventually)

It took a while. I mean, the website said 5-6 weeks for delivery, but you know how it goes—when you’re waiting on something this weirdly specific, each day stretches out like taffy. Anyway, when the box finally landed at my door, it was… anonymous. Totally plain. Not even a hint of what was inside. Discreet packaging? Yeah, they actually meant it.

I remember thinking: “Is this really happening?” Because even after all that time reading about absolute sex dolls and their so-called ‘premium realism,’ there’s still this moment where it’s just you and a giant cardboard rectangle and a lot of second guessing.

Unpacking the Details (And the Doll)

Right off the bat—this thing is heavy. Like, 79 lbs heavy. If you’re picturing some featherweight inflatable from college days… no. This is big. Five feet seven inches tall (171 cm), which means she’s taller than most people expect from these dolls—definitely not one of those tiny, uncanny valley types.

Her proportions are kind of wild: D cup breasts (yeah, “big boobs” isn’t an exaggeration here), bust at 33.7 inches, waist at 22 inches (honestly looks smaller in person?), hips at 35 inches. Shoe size? US Women’s 4.5-5 if you’re into dressing her up—which I’m not particularly, but hey.

The skin has that hybrid feel Starpery talks up—a little softer than expected around the chest and hips but firm enough everywhere else to hold shape when moving her joints around.

Joints & Skeletons: More Than Just Posing

Steel skeleton with movable joints sounds cooler than it feels after fifteen minutes wrestling her into position for storage or whatever else you’re planning to do with a love doll this size. She’ll stay put once set up though; arms bend naturally enough and legs are long—maybe too long if your space is cramped.

There’s an odd satisfaction in clicking elbows or knees into place… until your shoulder starts aching from shifting nearly eighty pounds of silicone and metal around your apartment.

The “Features” They Don’t Put On Posters

The product page loves to talk about how vaginal and anal sex is possible—vagina depth clocks in at 7.1 inches; anus at 6.7 inches (measured because apparently people ask). It works as described, sure—though there’s always this mechanical undertone no matter how soft the material claims to be.

I found myself more interested in whether these features were easy to clean than anything else—which honestly might say more about me than about Wushi herself.

Tangent: The Wait Is Strange

Waiting five or six weeks for something like this messes with your head a bit—not gonna lie about that part. There’s anticipation mixed with low-level embarrassment every time someone asks why you’ve been ordering large packages lately (“Oh uh… just furniture stuff”).

By week four I was almost hoping customs would lose it so I wouldn’t have to explain anything if caught unboxing by nosy neighbors.

Realizations After A Few Days

After initial curiosity wore off—and after realizing she takes up way more closet space than planned—I kept circling back to why anyone buys absolute sex dolls like these anyway? For some folks maybe it’s companionship or fantasy fulfillment or just novelty; for me it felt closer to an experiment gone slightly sideways.

The craftsmanship is impressive though—the details on hands and feet especially—but there’s always that faint disconnect between expectation and reality with products promising intimacy-on-demand.

One Thing That Surprised Me

Weirdly enough? The biggest surprise wasn’t anything physical—it was how much logistics matter: moving her safely without scuffing floors; figuring out where she “lives” when not in use; making peace with the processing time stretching longer than most online orders ever do.

Maybe next time I’ll try something smaller—or maybe not at all—but hey, now I know what owning a Japanese step-mom sex doll actually involves beyond flashy marketing copy and awkward checkout screens.

And yeah—I’m still skeptical whether anyone really gets used to having one around full-time... but that’s probably another story entirely