Polly-S: Ready To Ship (And Yes, She’s Realer Than You Think)

It’s weird how you stumble into these things.

I wasn’t exactly shopping for a sex doll on a random Thursday afternoon—(well, maybe I was, but let’s just say it started as “research”). Then this little blonde bombshell popped up: Polly-S. Not the name I’d pick for someone who looks like she belongs in an indie French film, but anyway.

The Shipping Thing (Why Is Her Head Traveling Solo?)

Here’s where it gets mildly absurd. You order Polly-S and—get this—the head ships separately from the body. Like they’re long-lost pen pals finally meeting at your doorstep. There’s probably some logical reason involving packaging or... customs? But the effect is undeniably odd. Still, if you’re after a ready to ship doll, she actually means business: they promise she’ll be out the door in 1-2 business days after your order is placed. That part feels efficient. Kind of clinical, even.

What Actually Shows Up

Polly-S arrives exactly as pictured—which is more than I can say about most online dates. Full silicone body with that “real skin texture” thing going on; honestly, it’s not just marketing fluff. The gel breast and buttocks are squishier than expected (in a good way). Implanted synthetic hair too—looks way less wiggy than I feared.

Then there’s the articulated hand skeleton, which sounds like something out of a Terminator movie but really just means her fingers don’t flop around uselessly when you try to pose her for photos or… whatever else you do with articulated hands.

Standing feet without bolts—that detail stuck out to me for some reason. It means she can stand up on her own (sort of), minus those ugly Frankenstein bolts sticking out of her heels like some dolls have.

I remember thinking: Did anyone ever ask for a movable jaw? Well apparently yes—and now oral sex is suddenly less awkward and more... plausible? Let’s not dwell on that visual too long.

Measurements & Proportions (Because Someone Always Asks)

She clocks in at 4 feet 11 inches tall (150 cm), weighing only 47 pounds—lighter than my dog by about five pounds, which made carrying her upstairs feel less like moving furniture and more like sneaking snacks past roommates.

Her proportions are kind of wild:

• Bust: 27.4 inches
• Under bust: 21.3 inches
• Waist: 19.3 inches
• Hips: 32.5 inches
• Cup size? C-cup—petite but not invisible
• Shoe size: US women’s ~1.5 (good luck finding shoes that small unless you raid toddler sections)

Hole depths? Yeah, they list them right there: Vagina at 6.7 inches, Anus at 6.6, Mouth at 5.1. You could make jokes here but… maybe not today.

Detail Overload

The realism level is almost unsettling sometimes—the body painting has subtle variations like veins and faint freckles if you look close enough under decent lighting (and why wouldn’t you?). EVO skeleton means she bends better than some people I know; weight reduction tech keeps her manageable without feeling hollow or cheap somehow.

She comes with built-in vagina—not removable inserts—which makes cleaning slightly trickier but also more realistic during use (there's always trade-offs).

Small Realization

This isn’t just about sex dolls or even absolute sex dolls specifically—it’s about expectations vs reality colliding in your living room when FedEx shows up with two oddly-shaped boxes marked “fragile.” You realize how much engineering goes into making something so specific yet so versatile—a hybrid between art project and adult toy that doesn’t quite fit any category comfortably.

Tangent About Blonde Hair

Quick detour—I’ve always had reservations about blonde wigs on dolls because they usually scream “party store.” But Polly-S has implanted synthetic hair that looks surprisingly natural under daylight bulbs; not Barbie-platinum either, just soft yellow-blonde that catches light in streaks instead of one solid blocky color.

Weirdly enough… brushing it became sort of meditative after a while?

One Unexpected Downside

There was one thing though—the standing feet sound great until you realize she still needs support against walls or furniture unless perfectly balanced (which almost never happens). Sometimes she slumps over gently like she’s had one glass too many at brunch and honestly, it's endearing in its own broken way.

Would I Recommend?

Hmm, maybe not exactly recommend—but would I repeat the experience? Probably yes, if only because seeing all those features come together felt oddly satisfying in its own right—a blend of curiosity fulfilled and expectations subverted by something as simple as ready-to-ship efficiency wrapped inside silicone skin textures.

If nothing else... it's proof there's still room for surprise in an industry that's seen everything twice already.

And now my living room will never be quite as boring again—though I'm still waiting on the head to arrive.