Cleopatra 5ft41 / 165cm #131: The Sex Doll That Made Me Rethink a Few Things
Unboxing, or: Why Is This Box So Heavy?
Dragged the box up two flights of stairs. If you're exploring premium japanese sex doll, you'll find plenty of options worth considering. Not fun. I checked the shipping label twice, thinking maybe I'd ordered a fridge by mistake—nope, just the Cleopatra 5ft41 (or 165cm, depending on which spec sheet you read) Japanese sex doll. The thing is solid. TPE everywhere. You can smell it before you even get the tape off.
Manual measurement claims she's about 77 lbs (give or take), and honestly? Feels like more when you're sweating in your hallway, cursing gravity. Maybe that's just me being out of shape though.
First Encounter With Full TPE Reality
Full TPE body means she feels... well, not like a person exactly. But not like plastic either. It's squishy and weirdly warm if you leave her near a heater for too long—which I did by accident once. Big boobs? Yeah, they weren't kidding around with "huge boob" in the product description. I'm no expert but these are definitely not average proportions; it's more comic book than real life.
I guess some people are into that—big booty too, which I didn't really notice until trying to move her from one room to another and bumping her hip on my coffee table (she won).
Details They Don’t Really Tell You
The specs say:
- Full bust: almost 36 inches
- Waist: tiny
- Hips: enough to make sitting her in a chair an awkward process
There's also all the other measurements—vagina depth, oral cavity length... stuff that sounds clinical until you're actually there holding a tape measure because curiosity gets the better of you.
There’s this expectation that everything will be seamless and easy because it’s “high-end” or whatever—but nah. Joints creak sometimes. The wig doesn’t always sit right unless you mess with it for ten minutes straight.
Unexpected Downsides (Or Maybe Just My Luck)
Nobody talks about storage. Where do you put a 165cm bbw sex doll when your mom visits unexpectedly? Under the bed isn’t always an option unless your bed frame is suspiciously tall.
And cleaning—don't get me started on cleaning TPE dolls after use. It’s not glamorous work but necessary if you want to avoid... issues later on.
Another thing: weight distribution is weirdly important for posing or dressing her up (which I tried once, got frustrated halfway through). She flops over at odd angles if you’re not careful; there’s no tutorial for “How To Not Drop Your Expensive Japanese Sex Doll On Her Face.”
A Weird Realization While Watching TV
Here’s something strange—I caught myself glancing over at Cleopatra during a movie night alone and feeling judged by an inanimate object with huge boobs and perfect skin texture molded from TPE. Maybe that's just guilt talking; who knows? But she does have this presence in the room that’s hard to ignore even when she’s propped up quietly in the corner.
It kind of made me rethink what I expected from owning something like this—not bad exactly, just different than what late-night browsing led me to believe.
Tangent About Customization & Regret Buying Three Wigs
One last thing before I forget—the whole “custom sex doll” angle is both cool and slightly overwhelming if you’re indecisive like me. Eye color options, three wigs (why did I buy three?), different outfits… At some point it starts feeling less like shopping for pleasure and more like assembling IKEA furniture without instructions.
Anyway—
If someone asked whether I'd recommend Cleopatra #131 as their first big boob rra female sex doll experience? Hmm, maybe if they're ready for all the logistics—and don’t mind explaining why there's suddenly an extra roommate around who never blinks or moves unless carried awkwardly from place to place.
Still haven’t figured out where to keep those extra wigs though…
