Becca: The Boudoir Sex Doll That’s a Bit Much (But, Well, Here We Are)

There’s something about opening a box the size of a small canoe in your living room that really makes you question your life choices.

This is how Becca—yes, that Becca, the 5 foot 8 inch E-cup silicone sex doll from Absolute Sex Dolls—entered my apartment. I’d seen her online, glossy and perfect and honestly looking more like an Instagram filter than anything real. She comes exactly as pictured, supposedly, with all the bells and whistles: EVO skeleton for flexibility, gel breasts and buttocks (more on those later), standing feet, realistic body painting. Movable jaw for “enhanced oral sex experience.” Built-in vagina. And yes—implanted synthetic hair that somehow manages to look both expensive and slightly uncanny at the same time.

I remember thinking… is this too much? But curiosity is a powerful thing when you’re mentally checked out.

The Details Are… Something

Let’s just get this out of the way: she’s heavy. Like, really heavy. 85 pounds or so. You don’t just toss Becca onto your bed; there’s actual effort involved here—lugging her around feels like moving awkward furniture that happens to have boobs (big boobs) attached.

Then there are her proportions: busty in that cartoonish way—34 inches up top, 37 around the hips, waist somewhere between “snatched” and “is this even possible?” Her legs go on forever; at 172 cm tall she’d probably be scouted by modeling agencies if she could walk into a casting call without causing mass confusion.

The skin is full silicone—cool to the touch at first but weirdly lifelike after it adjusts to room temperature. Gel breasts and buttocks are squishy in a way I’m not sure is comforting or slightly alarming? Hard to say.

Movable Jaw & Other Surprises

Here’s where things get… innovative? The movable jaw feature (ROS) is one of those ideas that sounds clever on paper but feels faintly ridiculous when you’re actually using it. Four inches deep for oral—the specs are right there—and yet I found myself more distracted by how her lips sort of hang open afterward than anything else.

Vaginal depth: seven inches. Anal depth: six. Yes—I measured because apparently that’s what my life has come to now.

Anyway,

the articulated hand skeleton means she can grip things (sort of), which would be impressive if only her fingers didn’t occasionally curl into odd positions mid-session like she was trying to cast a spell or something.

Shipping Is Not Fast (But It Is Weirdly Anticipatory)

Absolute Sex Dolls tells you upfront: expect three to four weeks before Becca arrives at your door. Fifteen to twenty days production time plus another week or so shipping across continents—I started off impatient but then got used to waiting. By week two I’d almost forgotten about it until UPS called asking why my package required an adult signature and weighed more than most Labradors.

Unboxing was half excitement half existential crisis—but hey, at least everything arrived intact?

Body Painting & Standing Feet

One detail I didn’t expect to care about: realistic body painting actually matters more than you’d think. There’s shading along her collarbone and knees—a bit too perfect maybe—but it does add some dimension under normal bedroom lighting.

Standing feet sound practical until you realize they mean metal bolts sticking out of her soles—a little Frankenstein-ish if you catch them in certain light while stumbling around late at night looking for water (happened twice).

A Tangent About Storage

Where do people even keep these things? She doesn’t fit discreetly under most beds unless yours sits unusually high off the ground—which mine doesn’t—and closets aren’t designed for five-foot-eight-inch mannequins with big breasts either. Ended up draping a blanket over her in the corner like some avant-garde art installation nobody asked for.

Weirdly enough… after a few days she kind of blends into the background noise of daily life? Or maybe that’s just me adapting because my brain decided denial was easier than explaining this purchase during video calls with friends who keep asking about “the mannequin.”

Not Exactly What I Expected

I guess I went into this expecting something different—not sure what exactly—but Becca lands somewhere between absurd luxury item and bizarrely convincing companion piece. There are moments where it almost works; others where all you can do is laugh because honestly who needs articulated toes anyway?

If nothing else—it’ll make future dating profiles very interesting (“fun fact: once owned a boudoir sex doll named Becca”).

And no—I still haven’t figured out what to do with all those packing peanuts scattered across my floor weeks later.