Xeena: Hot Soldier Sex Doll – The Weirdly Honest Breakdown

I’m not even sure how I landed on the Xeena page.

Maybe some algorithm, maybe too many late-night scrolls, who knows. Anyway, there she was—Xeena: Hot Soldier Sex Doll. Five-foot-four (164 cm if you’re in that part of the world), all silicone, C-cup, and apparently “ready for action,” which is a phrase that still makes me cringe a little.

What’s Actually Going On With the Build?

Full silicone. Not TPE or whatever else is out there these days—this one’s all about that squishy-yet-durable texture. The steel skeleton with movable joints is supposed to make her poseable in ways real humans probably can’t (or shouldn’t). I guess it’s cool if you want to set up scenes or just need your absolute sex dolls to look like they’re mid-march or something.

She weighs 64 lbs (29 kg). That’s... heavy enough to feel substantial but light enough that dragging her around isn’t a total workout. Her measurements are oddly specific—bust at 32.7 inches, waist 24 inches, hips 36.2 inches—which puts her right in that classic “hourglass” mold people seem obsessed with. Big boobs? Sure. Big ass? Yeah, it’s there too.

Details Nobody Talks About (But Probably Should)

Alright, let’s talk about holes because someone has to mention it and every other review dances around like it’s embarrassing: vagina depth is six inches; anus is five and a half. No sugarcoating it—those are the numbers and you either care or you don’t.

What keeps popping into my head is how precise everything feels here—like someone measured three times before writing this down on the site. I remember thinking, do people actually check this with a ruler? It turns out…yes, some do.

Shipping Is Discreet But Not Fast

You ever order something online and then forget about it until weeks later when a box shows up? That’ll probably happen here—the processing time alone is three weeks, plus another week for shipping (so four weeks total). Free international shipping though; discreet packaging too (no labels screaming ‘sex doll’ at your neighbors).

The whole plain-box thing almost feels more suspicious than just putting “fragile” on the side—but maybe that’s just me being paranoid after years of weird online purchases.

The Experience: Somewhere Between Awkward and Practical

There’s this odd moment when you unbox something like this—not exactly excitement…more like curiosity mixed with mild dread? You lift her out (she really does have long legs), try not to drop anything important on your toes because again: 64 pounds isn’t nothing.

Posing Xeena takes effort but not as much as I expected; those joints hold pretty well unless you get ambitious with angles no actual person could survive. She stands there looking both lifelike and completely artificial at once—a contradiction I never quite got used to.

The skin feels realistic-ish for silicone; not warm obviously but soft enough that I kept poking her arm without realizing why.

Unexpected Tangent: Storage Woes

Here’s something nobody warns you about—where do you put her when company comes over? Closets aren’t always big enough for 164 cm of busty soldier doll with big breasts and bigger butt hanging off an awkward shelf.

I ended up propping her behind some coats once during an unexpected visit from family…which led to a very weird few minutes where I prayed nobody needed extra hangers.

One Small Realization

After messing around with Xeena for longer than I’d planned—I mean testing joints!—it hit me how much these absolute sex dolls are designed for both fantasy…and weirdly enough practicality? Like yeah, she looks juicy and busty but also sturdy in a way most things labeled “adult toy” aren’t.

Is it life-changing? Eh—not really. But if you want big boobs and long legs attached to steel-jointed silicone wrapped in plain cardboard boxes shipped free across borders…well, there she is.

And honestly—I still haven’t figured out what you’re supposed to say if someone asks why your closet suddenly has less space. Maybe next time I'll come up with a better excuse. Or maybe not. Who knows?