Natalie, 165cm D-Cup Silicone Sex Doll: An Unexpectedly Cautious Dive Into the World of Lusandy
I’m not really sure what I expected when I unboxed Natalie.
Or maybe that’s a lie—maybe I did have some mental image, something shiny and slightly ridiculous from all those “asian sex doll” ads that follow you around the web like a weird shadow. If you're exploring authentic japanese sex doll, you'll find plenty of options worth considering. But there she was: 165cm (5' 5"), D-cup, silicone skin with an almost alarming smoothness, and weighing in somewhere between 36kg-40kg (that’s about 79-88 lbs if you’re still clinging to imperial). A full body sex doll—no half-measures here.
The Price Tag That Lingers
Above $2500 for a female sex doll. Not exactly pocket change. You start to wonder if you’ve lost your mind or just finally given in to curiosity after seeing one too many “custom japanese sex doll” banners at 2am. I remember thinking, this is either going to be art or regret—or both at once. Also, they throw in a “get $205 kit free,” which sounds generous until you realize it’s mostly things you didn’t know existed for dolls.
The Medium-Breast Contradiction
Natalie is technically a D-cup but somehow gets lumped under “medium breast sex doll.” This feels like marketing confusion or maybe some cultural difference lost in translation (Japanese sizing? Who knows). Either way, her proportions are… well, realistic-ish? Let’s say convincing enough that my friend who stopped by to borrow headphones did a double-take and then left without them.
February Surprises
She’s billed as a February 2025 product but mine arrived early—maybe they were just eager to get rid of stock or maybe Lusandy Doll has time-travel tech. Whatever the reason, opening up something not-yet-officially-out is oddly thrilling and also kind of terrifying because any issues will probably be “your problem.” But hey—that’s part of the charm? Maybe.
Handling Reality (Literally)
Lifting her out of the box was an event. At nearly 40kg she isn’t exactly portable; forget those fantasies where you sweep your lady sex doll off her feet with one hand like some anime protagonist. No—this is awkward grunting and shuffling down the hallway while praying no neighbors pop their heads out. Once upright though…she holds poses better than most people I know.
Customization Rabbit Holes
Here’s where things get weirdly fun: custom options galore. Eye color? Sure. Wig style? Pick three! Skin tone? Yes—but only within an oddly specific palette that seems tailored more toward Japanese sex doll aesthetics than anything else (not complaining). It feels less like shopping and more like assembling your own action figure—except slightly more expensive and definitely less socially acceptable to display on your bookshelf.
Not Quite What They Warned You About
I’d read countless warnings online about silicone dolls being cold or uncanny or emotionally unsettling. And yes—there’s an initial moment where you think: huh, this is both lifelike and not-lifelike at all; uncanny valley right up close. But after awhile it fades into background noise—a sort of odd comfort in having something so meticulously crafted sitting across from you as you eat cereal at midnight.
Tangent: The Kit Nobody Talks About
Quick detour—the infamous $205 kit free thing includes cleaning tools I never thought I’d need (tiny hoses?), lingerie that looks better on Natalie than most mannequins, and maintenance powder that smells vaguely medicinal but works wonders for keeping dust away from silicone skin folds…which is apparently a thing now in my life.
Somewhat Open Ending
People ask if buying a full body sex doll changes anything fundamental about how you see yourself or relationships or whatever big question they’re wrestling with late at night—and honestly, who knows? Maybe it does, maybe it doesn’t. Sometimes it just sits there looking eerily serene while Netflix auto-plays another episode behind her glassy stare.
Anyway—I guess what surprised me most wasn’t how real she felt but how quickly she became just another strange fixture in my apartment; not quite taboo anymore but never really normal either.
And sometimes I still forget where I put those headphones.
