Cecily in the Closet: Thoughts on a 159cm E-Cup Dark Tanned Sex Doll (US In Stock)
She’s standing there.
Not in some showroom, not in a magazine ad—nope, right in my closet. If you're exploring japanese sex doll collection, you'll find plenty of options worth considering. The 159cm/5ft3 E-Cup Silicone Head Sex Doll SG2, “Cecily” (or at least that’s what the box said), just waiting. I remember thinking this would be more awkward than it actually is. Maybe I’m too tired to care much now. Or maybe you just get used to weird things faster than you’d expect.
The Details They Never Really Mention
You see all these listings—“US In Stock,” “best sellers,” “big breast sex doll,” “black sex doll,” and so on—and they always look kind of… staged? Like nobody ever talks about what happens when you actually open the thing up and try to move her around your apartment without your neighbors noticing. Cecily clocks in at about 90-99 lbs (I didn’t weigh her, but my back did). That’s heavy for something that doesn’t help carry itself.
The dark tanned skin tone looks better in person than most photos online—less plastic-y, more like someone who spends time outside instead of under studio lights. EVO skeleton, gel breasts, articulated finger joints… all those specs sound clinical until you’re trying to bend an elbow or prop her up for storage. Standing feet without bolts is a nice touch though; at least she doesn’t look like Frankenstein from the ankles down.
That Whole Hybrid Thing
Silicone head + TPE body—STPE or whatever acronym they use—is supposed to be the best of both worlds? I don’t know if that’s true, but it does mean her face holds detail better than her arms do. Sometimes it feels like two different dolls mashed together by committee. Still, the overall effect isn’t bad if you don’t stare too long looking for seams.
Japanese sex doll makers started this hybrid trend ages ago (or so I read somewhere), but Sigafun seems to have jumped on board with Cecily here. Not complaining; just mildly surprised how normal it feels after a while.
Real Talk: Storage & Maintenance
Nobody ever tells you what to do with a full body sex doll when guests come over unexpectedly. Under-bed storage? Forget it unless your bed sits way off the ground—or you want dust bunnies as roommates for Cecily’s hair.
Honestly? Cleaning takes longer than any website admits. Fixed vagina means less fiddling around with parts but more scrubbing and drying time afterward (awkward pause while I realize how clinical that sounds—but yeah). You get into routines: powdering joints so they don’t squeak, checking for scuffs on that dark tanned skin tone after moving her around… It becomes weirdly normal?
Price Tag Brain Fog
I got mine during one of those 12% off deals—$500-1000 depending on options—and still felt like I was buying something illegal even though it shipped from within the US in stock warehouse faster than Amazon Prime could dream of delivering anything lately.
There’s this raffle thing where if you use a gift card, you enter some sort of doll lottery? Didn’t bother with it myself because luck isn’t really my thing these days.
Off Topic But Kinda Related
It’s strange—I keep expecting myself to feel guilty or embarrassed about owning something marketed as a lady sex doll or big breast sex doll or whatever search term people are using today. Instead there’s just… mild inconvenience mixed with curiosity about engineering decisions (articulated finger joints are harder to pose than Instagram makes them look).
Sometimes I wonder who writes those product blurbs promising “companionship” and “discreet packaging.” Do they ever meet anyone who actually bought one?
Would I Buy Again?
Not sure yet—I guess that depends on whether May 2025 brings out some wild new feature like self-heating limbs or voice modules that don’t sound haunted by dial-up tones. For now Cecily stays where she is: silent roommate, unexpected conversation starter (at least internally), and proof that sometimes curiosity wins out over practicality.
And yeah—I still haven’t figured out what to tell my mom if she visits early and opens the wrong door. Maybe by then there’ll be an instruction manual for awkward explanations too.
Anyway—guess that's all I've got tonight.
