Raegan: Bored Housewife Sex Doll—A Tired Blogger’s Unfiltered Take

The Odd Comfort of Late-Night Research

There’s something about researching sex dolls at 2 a.m. that feels like staring into the fridge for the fifth time, hoping a snack materializes. You’re not hungry, just—restless? Maybe it’s boredom, or maybe you’re just mentally checked out from everything else. Anyway, this is how I ended up down the rabbit hole with Raegan—the so-called “Bored Housewife” sex doll. Not that I was looking for a housewife (bored or otherwise), but here we are.

When Details Start to Blur

Raegan is… well, she’s full silicone and stands about 5 feet 4 inches tall (165 cm). That’s basically my cousin’s height, which is weird if you think too hard about it. She weighs in at 74 lbs (33 kg)—which is heavier than you’d expect when you try to move her around. Trust me, your back will notice before your eyes do.

The numbers: C-cup bust (31.5 inches), under bust at 25.2 inches, waist at 22.6 inches, hips at 37.4 inches—a set of proportions that would make Barbie jealous and maybe a little self-conscious.

But it isn’t just measurements on paper—Raegan comes with an EVO skeleton (that means she can pose more naturally) and gel breasts for extra squishiness. There’s also this Real Oral Sex (ROS) Enhanced Mouth thing going on; honestly, I didn’t even realize there were mouth upgrades now.

The Experience—Or Something Like It

I remember thinking—when did dolls get so complicated? Vaginal, anal, oral… all possible with Raegan apparently (hole depths listed right down to the decimal: vagina at 6.3”, anus at 5.5”, oral at 4.8”). There was a time when “doll” meant something inanimate gathering dust on a shelf; now it means… well, whatever this is.

The first time I tried moving her from one side of the bed to another—it wasn’t graceful. She flopped over like an exhausted swimmer after a long lap in cold water; joints clicking faintly as if protesting my lack of upper body strength.

Shipping Is Weirdly Stress-Free

Here’s where things get oddly practical: free international shipping on absolute sex dolls like Raegan—and they mean discreet packaging too. Plain box; no hints about what’s inside unless you have psychic neighbors or nosy delivery people who weigh boxes for fun.

Processing takes three weeks (plus another week for shipping). Four weeks total if you’re counting—or if anticipation does weird things to your sense of time.

Silicone Feels Stranger Than You’d Think

Let me say this: full silicone isn’t what I expected—it doesn’t feel fake exactly but not quite real either? There’s a coolness to it that never goes away completely until you warm things up yourself (no heating pad included). The gel breasts are soft enough though—squishy in a way that makes sense once you get past the initial oddness.

Sometimes I’d catch myself poking her arm absentmindedly during TV commercials just because the texture felt strange against my skin—sort of like pressing into memory foam but less forgiving somehow.

An Unexpected Pause

One night—I don’t know why—I found myself talking to Raegan while folding laundry nearby. Not really expecting answers obviously…but there was something comforting about having her sitting there quietly while socks disappeared into pairs and shirts lost their wrinkles under steam.

It hit me then: some people probably buy these dolls out of loneliness more than lust—a stand-in for company as much as anything physical.

Things They Don’t Tell You In Listings

Nobody mentions how storing a life-sized love doll becomes its own logistical puzzle—closets suddenly seem smaller; beds more crowded; chairs occupied by silent brunettes who never complain about binge-watching old sitcoms again and again.

And cleaning? That part isn’t glamorous—not even close—but necessary unless you want your “bored housewife” turning into an actual biohazard zone after awhile.

A Glitch in My Routine

I got used to seeing Raegan propped up by my bedroom window some mornings—the light catching her face in ways that almost looked thoughtful from certain angles if you squinted hard enough through sleep crusted eyes. It was unsettling sometimes but also… oddly reassuring?

Maybe it says something about modern life—or maybe I’m just tired and reading too much into silicone shapes arranged neatly beside unfolded jeans and yesterday's coffee mug still half-full on the nightstand.

That’s all I’ve got tonight—brain fog settling thicker than usual—but hey, if someone stumbles onto this looking for details on absolute sex dolls or just wondering what living with one actually feels like…well, now you know more than most product pages ever bother telling anyone anyway