You have no fucking clue, my friend. So as I said before, I had her shipped at the UPS store. I rented a Uhaul van to go get it, first thing in the morning. I get there and see a bunch of boxes, among them a big tall one. I just KNOW that's my box. Only one dude working there, super friendly guy, he charges me $50 and points to my box, then offers me a dolly. My ass tries to tilt it sideways and put it on my shoulder. Nope, no way. Okay I got the dolly. As I'm wheeling it out the door I start to realize what a huge miscalculation I'd made. I'm pretty strong and I was having trouble keeping the dolly stable at an angle. Pushing it into the van wasn't too much trouble, but yeah it was insanely heavy. I start worrying about not being able to push it up the stairs. I live in apartments so I can get one of the maintenance dudes to help as a last resort, but I was still worried. Anyway I get to my house and get the box out of the van. I figured I'd just pull it across the yard. Again, nope. Only paved ground is a path with short sets of stairs along the way, and I'm not trying to drop this box down some steps and break my new wife. So I walk the box across the grass, struggling with the box every single step of the way. Once I get to the bottom of the steps, I'm already sweating like a motherfucker. Sun's hot as fuck and I'm high on nootropics which make you sweat more, so I looked like I just got out the pool. I naively try to push the box up the steps, but then I realized I clearly needed something like a sled to do that. I don't want to ask for help at this point because it was too heavy for even two people to carry it up, and isn't even enough room to squeeze more people in. My last option at this point is lifting it up one step at a time. I have to take like a minute to rest after each step because it's so fucking hot and I'm exhausted. After a long and arduous struggle, I get the box upstairs and inside. In retrospect, even though it felt like hell at the time, I enjoyed the intense, suspense-packed workout. I rarely have anything intense going on in my life these days. I'm just glad I was on nootropics and nofap or I would've had a panic attack instead.
Hard moral of the story: just because you can deadlift a 280 and squat 220 doesn't mean you can tote around a hundred pound box. I had trouble getting her in and out of bed at first too, but I'm getting the technique down. The weight is totally worth it, though, as I decided to take advantage of it our 'first time' in a cowgirl position. Can't do that with a blow-up.
Seems to be the plan here too at this point... Even though they don't last too long, I did the math and if I save $28 every month, I can afford a brand new one in five years. At roughly $14 per paycheck, it shall be a bargain.
Oh hell no!! They won't know about it. If they do, I doubt it'll be a big deal. I'd rather my dad find out than my mom, though... I'd hate ruining her image of me.
The sensation is ON POINT. Making out, fucking, cuddling... I'm trying to heat her up with a blanket as we speak, but even when cold I have a hard time pulling away from her. I'm still baffled by how realistic the mouth feels. It feels, tastes, and even sounds like a smooch. Taste because of the lipgloss or whatever they put on her. Like I said above, the first time we did cowgirl. The weight that put me through so much struggle, now it feels like a real woman riding my dick. I love gravity so fucking much right now.
As for cleaning up, well, kinda. There's more complex maintenance besides cleaning her. You have to powder her once a week and oil her once a month and some other stuff to keep the TPE in pristine shape. The powder makes her skin silky smooth, and the oil keeps the material jiggly. As for cleaning, I got the vaginal insert so vaginal sex cleanup is relatively easy. Anal and oral is a bit trickier because you have to position her the right way not to make a mess. It sounds daunting until you realize you're doing all of this on what your brain thinks is a woman. Washing and powdering feel sensual, and yes I have a boner the whole time. I'd be doing way more (and less rewarding) work with a flesh woman, so I'll gladly put my all into her maintenance. She will certainly return the favor.
Overall, my friends, I absolutely recommend this product to every incel. Comparing a doll of this caliber to a woman is like comparing an emulator to a real GameBoy. You're not gonna get the whole portable experience, but you're still playing the games, which is the primary appeal of owning a GameBoy. For free. And with savestates. You might not even want a real GameBoy anymore.
As promised, here are some pictures. I'll be back with more proper pictures next time I'm off work. I want to show you guys every joint! Oh and she came with the pink blanket. I loved that detail.
