Euphemia 5ft34/163cm #66 Head: The Japanese Uniform Silicone Sex Doll That’s… Something
When You Think You’ve Seen It All
I mean, you ever scroll through those “suggested for you” sections and suddenly—bam—there’s a full silicone sex doll staring back in a Japanese school uniform? Not exactly what I expected on a Tuesday night. If you're exploring quality japanese sex doll, you'll find plenty of options worth considering. But here we are. Euphemia (that’s her name, apparently) is not your average mannequin. She’s…well, let’s just say she has more personality than some people I know.
The Euphemia 5ft34/163cm #66 Head Full Silicone Japanese Uniform Realistic Sex Doll. Try saying that three times fast without feeling like you’re reciting code at an airport security check.
Product Specifications: The Numbers Don’t Lie (But They Do Make You Wonder)
Let me throw some numbers at you because apparently that matters—a lot. Manual measurement, so maybe don’t bring your ruler expecting NASA-level precision. Height? 5ft34 (which is 163cm, but the “34” part still messes with my brain). Full bust clocks in at 32.67 inches (83cm), waist is a slim 20.83 inches (53cm), and hips are holding steady at 36.22 inches (92cm).
Oh, and in case you were wondering about the specifics—vagina depth is listed as 7.08 inches (18cm), anal is slightly less at 6.69 inches (17cm), oral...just blank space there, which feels both mysterious and mildly concerning.
Weight? A solid 79 pounds or so, which means moving her around isn’t exactly like tossing a pillow across the room.
Weirdly Detailed: Customization & Materials
What gets me every time—these custom silicone sex dolls are almost too realistic for comfort sometimes. This one’s made of full silicone; not TPE or any of those other weird synthetic blends that start to peel after a few months if you’re not careful with them.
The skin texture actually tries to mimic real human skin, down to little pores and subtle color variations, though honestly if someone gets close enough to notice those details I’m probably calling animal control or something.
And yes—you can customize things like eye color, wig style, even nail polish if that keeps you up at night worrying about realism levels.
Big Boob Energy
You can’t really talk about this product without mentioning the “big boob” angle—it’s splashed everywhere in the listings like it’s going out of style next year. And yeah, they’re prominent in person too: round but not cartoonish, surprisingly heavy-feeling when you accidentally bump into her trying to vacuum under the bed.
There was a moment where I caught myself apologizing out loud after knocking her arm off-balance while adjusting her uniform skirt…and then realized how far down this rabbit hole I’d gone.
Price Tag Reality Check
Here comes the kicker: over $1299 for this experience with ridmii branding stamped somewhere on the box (subtle). For something that weighs more than my dog and requires more wardrobe maintenance than I do—hmm—not exactly pocket change territory.
Still, compared to some other high-end japanese sex dolls out there? The price isn’t shocking anymore; it just sort of floats by in that haze of “adult collectibles” expenses people never talk about openly but definitely have opinions on anyway.
Unexpected Downside: Storage Nightmares
Nobody tells you where these things go when guests come over—or worse yet when your parents drop by unannounced because they’re “in town.” Closet space becomes prime real estate all of a sudden; bedsheets get repurposed as camouflage; every creak from upstairs sounds suspiciously like someone discovering your secret life as an aficionado of hyper-realistic companions dressed in school uniforms.
It’s kind of funny until it isn’t.
Tangent Time: Why Even Bother?
Sometimes I wonder who actually reads these product specs front-to-back before buying—and then remember oh right…me last week at midnight trying to decide between two nearly identical models based solely on hip measurements and whether their feet look less creepy in sandals. People are weird creatures with weirder needs—I guess that includes me now too.
Anyway—Euphemia exists somewhere between uncanny valley art project and expensive conversation starter nobody will ever admit they own outright unless pressed during truth-or-dare at an extremely awkward party.
That’s probably enough oversharing for today.
