Kiki 5ft18 / 158cm #70 Head Full Silicone Medium Boobs: The Japanese Sex Doll That’s… Something

I guess I should start by admitting I didn’t expect much.

Maybe that’s the right attitude for these things—keeps disappointment at bay. If you're exploring authentic japanese sex doll, you'll find plenty of options worth considering. Or, sometimes, opens the door for weird little surprises. Anyway, here’s what happened when I met the Kiki 5ft18 / 158cm #70 head full silicone medium boobs cute japanese sex doll (yeah, that’s a mouthful). And yes, this is real life.

The Box Arrives and My Brain Leaves

You know those moments where you’re just standing there in your hallway thinking—what am I even doing? That was me with this box. Heavy thing too; somewhere between 31kg and 40kg (the listing says “68 lbs~88 lbs” but it felt heavier after five steps). Cardboard everywhere. My neighbor saw me struggling and gave me a look like he’d just witnessed a crime.

Unboxing took forever. There’s something almost clinical about how these custom silicone sex dolls are packaged—layers of foam, plastic wrap, more tape than seems necessary. For $1299+, you’d think they’d throw in an instruction manual written by someone who actually speaks English but…well.

Face-to-Face With Kiki

When you finally see her face—the #70 head—it’s kind of surreal. She looks like every anime character ever designed to sell energy drinks and questionable phone apps: big eyes, tiny nose, pouty lips painted on with unsettling precision.

The full silicone body is cold at first touch (should’ve expected that) but warms up quickly enough if you leave her out for a bit. Medium boobs—not too much, not too little—kind of Goldilocks territory if you’re into that sort of thing.

And she stands at exactly 158cm or whatever passes for “petite-but-not-childlike” in doll marketing land. It’s a strange height: shorter than most people imagine, taller than some expect from a japanese sex doll.

Details You Notice When You’re Bored

It struck me how much detail goes into these things—the skin texture is borderline spooky; fingerprints on her hands, faint veins under the surface if you squint hard enough (not sure who asked for that). Her joints bend more naturally than my own knees after two years hunched over Zoom calls.

But then there are oddities: wig hair gets everywhere; eyelashes threaten to detach if you even look at them wrong; feet shaped like someone described toes to an alien sculptor over the phone.

Oh—and the smell? Not bad exactly…but definitely synthetic. Like new car mixed with hospital waiting room.

Customization Rabbit Hole (Don’t Get Lost)

If you go down the rabbit hole on sites like ridmii or wherever these custom silicone sex dolls are sold—you’ll find options for everything: eye color, nail polish shade (yes), body firmness levels (?).

It becomes less about pleasure and more about building your own slightly uncanny friend who won’t judge your takeout habits or questionable music taste. Honestly though—I remember thinking maybe all this customization just makes it harder to choose anything at all? Decision fatigue is real—even when it comes to picking out nipples apparently.

A Moment Of Doubt In The Living Room

There was one night where I caught myself arranging Kiki on my couch so she wouldn’t crease weirdly and thought—is this what rock bottom feels like? But then again…she doesn’t ask questions or hog blankets or eat leftovers without asking first.

People talk about companionship but maybe there’s something else going on here—a kind of low-stakes responsibility that fills up empty space without actually complicating your life further. Hmm, maybe not exactly comforting—but not lonely either?

Unexpected Downside Nobody Mentions

Here’s something nobody tells you: storage is awkward as hell unless your apartment has secret rooms or Narnia wardrobes lying around. She doesn’t fold up small—at all—and guests will notice if there’s suddenly an oddly proportioned blanket burrito lurking behind your laundry pile.

Plus cleaning takes longer than anyone admits online (trust me). Every crevice needs attention unless you want lingering regrets later on…

Not Sure Where This Is Going

I don’t know if buying a full silicone japanese sex doll changes anything fundamental about being human—or just adds another layer of absurdity to late-stage adulthood. Maybe both?

Would I recommend it? Depends what you want out of life—and how much closet space you have left over from impulse buys past their return window.

Anyway—I keep thinking about that moment in the hallway with the box and realizing sometimes curiosity really does get the better of us all.