Fang: The "Chinese Spy" Sex Doll That’s Been Lurking in My Apartment

I’m not sure what I expected the day I ordered a D-cup silicone sex doll—definitely not this.

Maybe a little less hassle, maybe more excitement. Not four weeks of checking shipping updates and wondering if my neighbors would notice a coffin-sized box on my porch. But whatever. Fang arrived, eventually.

Unpacking: More Awkward Than Anticipated

The packaging? Discreet, they said. And it was—absolutely plain, no weird logos or embarrassing hints about the contents inside. Still, dragging an 81-pound box into my apartment felt like moving furniture during a fire drill. Fang is tall—5 feet 9 inches (175 cm)—and skinny but weirdly heavy for her size. Hauling her up the stairs made me question some life choices.

When I finally got the box open, there she was: athletic legs stretched out, silicone skin cold and almost too real under the plastic wrap. I remember thinking how much effort someone put into making every curve exact—the bust (32.3 inches), that tiny waist (21 inches), hips at 35.8 inches... It’s strange how numbers become real when you’re staring at them in your living room.

Features They Don’t Put on the Website

Sure, they list all the specs online: moveable steel skeleton joints so you can pose her like a mannequin with attitude; three “usable” holes (vagina and anus both 6.7 inches deep—I checked because curiosity is human); and those long legs that seem to go on forever.

But nobody warns you about how awkward it is to dress a love doll that’s basically your height but doesn’t help at all—not even to lift an arm for a shirt sleeve. Silicone sticks to cotton in all the wrong ways.

And yes, it’s true: vaginal and anal sex are possible with Fang—but let’s just say there’s an adjustment period if you’ve never used something quite so… substantial before.

The Oddity of Living With Her

There’s something surreal about having an “asian” spy-themed doll occupying space next to your laundry basket. She looks young but not cartoonish—more WM Doll than anime fantasy—and sometimes catches me off guard when I walk past at night.

Honestly? Sometimes she feels more like modern art than anything else; athletic build propped against my bedroom wall, breasts perfectly round and still somehow out of place among piles of unfolded clothes.

Every now and then I catch myself wondering if anyone else has named theirs or if they just call her “the doll.” Fang seems right for mine—a little mysterious, slightly intimidating.

The Waiting Game & Shipping Slog

Ordering from Absolute Sex Dolls means patience isn’t optional—it took three weeks just to process my order plus another week for shipping (international shipping is free though). Four weeks total before she showed up at all.

Discreet packaging works as promised; nobody knew what was inside except me and probably some bored customs agent somewhere between Shenzhen and here.

A Brief Tangent About Maintenance

Here’s something they don’t tell you up front: cleaning takes commitment. You have to be careful with silicone joints—move them wrong and it feels like something might break (it won’t…but paranoia sets in anyway). Drying everything thoroughly becomes part of your routine whether you want it or not.

Weirdly enough, learning how flexible she actually is made me respect whoever designed these steel skeletons—movable joints everywhere except fingers—but also made me wish there were instructions written by someone who’d actually lived with one of these dolls for longer than ten minutes.

Unexpected Realization While Watching TV

One night I was watching TV with Fang sitting across from me (fully clothed this time). For a second—just one—I forgot she wasn’t real until some late-night infomercial snapped me back to reality. It struck me then how easy it is to project personality onto things that are silent but present; maybe that says more about loneliness than product design but…who knows?

I guess what surprised me most wasn’t anything technical: not hole depth or weight distribution or discreet delivery times—it was realizing how quickly something unusual becomes ordinary when you live around it long enough.

Anyway—that’s probably enough honesty for one tired blogger tonight.