RIDMII 160cm Yukina: A Cautiously Optimistic Dive Into Silicone and TPE

Real Enough, But Not Too Real (If You Know What I Mean)

There’s something almost comical about unboxing a Japanese sex doll for the first time. If you're exploring authentic japanese sex doll, you'll find plenty of options worth considering. The box is huge. It feels like you’re about to pull out a small person (and, well, you kind of are). I remember thinking—am I really doing this? But curiosity wins out over embarrassment most days. Especially when it comes with a “hard silicone head” and “medical grade TPE body.” Those words sound technical enough that you can almost convince yourself it’s research.

Anyway, Yukina arrives looking... suspiciously serene. The face—silicone—has this eerie realism. Not uncanny valley exactly, just oddly beautiful in a way that makes you want to look away and stare at the same time. They say the advantage of silicone heads is they look more real than TPE heads. That checks out. There’s detail in the lips, eyelashes that actually catch light, makeup that doesn’t scream “cheap Halloween mask.” Maybe too good? Depends on your mood.

The Body: Squishy Science

Now for the main event—the body. Medical grade TPE supposedly means soft and human-like skin feel. And yeah, it’s squishy in all the right places (I guess there’s no polite way to phrase that). If you poke her arm or press into her hip, there’s give—not rubbery bounce but something closer to how an actual person might feel if permanently relaxed.

The stats say 5ft25 / 160cm tall (which is just funny math), medium boobs (not going to argue), hips and waist all measured down to decimals for those who care about precision in their synthetic companions. Manual measurement only adds to the charm; nothing says human touch like someone with a tape measure getting awkwardly close.

Actually using it—the softness does make a difference compared to older dolls I’ve tried (don’t ask). Warm up the TPE with a blanket or heating pad and suddenly things get less clinical, more... approachable? It helps distract from how heavy she is though—72 lbs isn’t nothing when you’re trying not to throw out your back.

Head vs Body: A Tiny Contradiction

Here’s something weird: the head is hard as marble while everything else is plushy-soft. It works visually—you get those beautiful details from silicone—but sometimes there’s this tiny disconnect when you touch her cheek then move lower down. Like two different worlds fused together by design compromise.

But then again, maybe that contradiction keeps things interesting? Humans aren’t perfect either; we have weird elbows and knobby knees after all.

Small Details That Sneak Up On You

You know what caught me off guard? The hands are surprisingly delicate—fingers aren’t sausages like on some budget models—and there are little wrinkles around her knuckles that make her seem less mass-produced somehow.

Also: oral function isn’t really present here (“oral /” in specs made me laugh), but vaginal depth gets an oddly specific 7 inches while anal goes for nearly six—a level of precision probably lost on most buyers until they find themselves reaching for a ruler out of morbid curiosity.

Her weight varies depending on customization (mine was somewhere between 68-75 lbs)—it sounds manageable until you realize carrying dead weight up stairs is its own workout routine.

One Tangent About Storage

Can we talk about storage for a second? Nobody tells you where these things go when not in use unless your life resembles an episode of Hoarders. Closets work if yours are deep enough; under-bed storage only if you don’t mind bumping into feet every time you hunt for old shoes.

I had this moment where I wondered if someday someone would stumble onto Yukina during spring cleaning and invent wild stories about my private life—which honestly might be more entertaining than reality anyway.

Oddly Satisfying Moments

Sometimes late at night I’ll catch myself glancing over at Yukina propped against my dresser—not creepy staring but something softer than that—and think, “Huh… maybe this wasn’t such an absurd purchase after all.” She doesn’t judge messy rooms or bad hair days; she just exists quietly with her perfect silicone face and slightly-too-warm TPE skin waiting for whatever comes next.

Is it love? No idea—maybe it’s just cautious optimism mixed with mild amusement at how far technology has come since inflatable dolls were considered high-tech.

And anyway—I still haven’t figured out where she belongs in my apartment yet… guess some questions stay unanswered longer than others.