A Guy and His First Doll – Always A Love Story?

My interest in lifelike rubber dolls began about 10 years ago. The separation from my partner Monica had been several years ago, but not long enough for me to forget that traumatic experience. Pocket masturbators served their purpose, but couldn’t compensate for feelings of loneliness. And so the idea of ​​a life-sized doll, posable like a human, with a similar feel and weight, was born. Unfortunately, the models available at that time couldn’t live up to expectations. They seemed too doll-like, rather expressionless, and often with their mouths wide open (I wonder why?). And the fact that they weren’t exactly cheap didn’t help me make a quick decision. But time didn’t stand still; manufacturers and retailers multiplied, bodies and faces became more perfect and allowed more and more emotions. And then, in September 2023, lightning struck!

I don’t remember her name, or the website or dealer where I first saw her face. I only knew one thing: If I were to choose a synthetic partner, she would have to look like this and no other. You’re wondering why I call her ‘synthetic partner’? Okay, my initial intention when beginning internet search was a doll for sexual use. I thought a whole girl in bed instead of a small rubber piece should provide an extra kick. But I was surprised to discover that all those shapely bodies were gorgeous, but didn’t generate nearly as much interest as their faces.

And so I finally chose a WM Doll, 166 cm tall, 33 kg light, with a C-cup, which is at least a D, a truly magical butt and, of course, the beloved, friendly looking face with the slightly open lips and small front teeth. Yes, I think I was already in love at this time. I no longer had any eyes for the other pretty girls. I couldn’t stop looking at her, downloaded every promo photo I could find onto my computer, and longed to finally be able to welcome her into my home. A while before, the name ‘Mirya’ was born, because I had already ordered some lingerie for her. It didn’t seem appropriate for a man to chat with other women about tiny women’s underwear… Later, I simply adopted the pseudonym for herself.

Mirya’s promo photo that got everything rolling (picture by Anders Eid)

However, I knew from posts in relevant forums that the dealer photos are taken in studio conditions and may bear little resemblance to the real thing. And that the poor bodies often sustain damage on their long journeys. Therefore, the only option for my new companion was own pickup, from a dealer and warehouse where the dream woman would be in stock, and which isn’t too far from my home. Where You simply drive there, take a close look at the lady of your dreams, pay, and take her away immediately.

Luckily, I found a dealer barely 80 km away who had a showroom and, according to him, a wide variety of models available for viewing. The 166 cm body was popular, so I had no concerns about it being out of stock. But would he also have my beloved face in stock? I couldn’t find it in his listings. So I was so relieved when I recognized it among the many heads on a shelf. It looked a little different, wasn’t as professionally styled as the promo photos, but still so incredibly sweet to me that I had to control myself to keep from bursting into tears. The salesperson was friendly and patient, taking plenty of time to advise me and answer my questions. But he also gave me a wig that dyed terribly, even though he had warned me beforehand about exactly that. And he told me a blatant lie. I had read in the forums that with most dolls, you should watch out for leaks from the vaginal canal to the skeleton. And when I asked him about it, he claimed that it used to be like that, but not anymore. After months, by using an endocam, I discovered that the exact opposite was true, but more about that another time…

Well, that great plan then suffered a setback: The doll’s box didn’t fit in the car. The opening for loading it into the interior was simply too small. Delivery by truck would be too expensive, so I decided to come back the next day. And so my future companion made the journey to her new home in a box trailer…

Even though the dolls themselves usually weigh between 30 and 40 kg, they always weigh considerably more, including the outer box. How the hell was I supposed to get this lump into my first-floor apartment? Luckily, my neighbor isn’t a postman and doesn’t have any dolls himself, but a wife. So I was able to ask him for help and explain that the box contained a piece of furniture, freshly imported from China. It’s a good thing he didn’t want to see it… He knows about my sweethearts now, but at that moment I wasn’t in the mood for an outing…

The beautiful doll’s body shimmered rosily through the foil. Now just be careful when cutting it open; damaging brand-new TPE skin with knives or scissors would be really stupid. A firm grip under her shoulders and thighs – all that moved was my own back, but not the doll! Wow, that was harder than I thought. What was I supposed to do to free my new companion from her coffin? The helpful neighbor could hardly be called upon for this once more. A movable crane for easier washing and clothing had already been considered at that point, but wasn’t available yet. Simply tipping it over? Probably not an option either. Only the pleasant fact (thanks, WM!) that the pretty girl’s feet were in small, white shoes brought me closer to solving the problem. Push the closed box away from the bed, foot end first, stand it upright, and lean it against the wall. Then lift the doll out of the box by the armpits. Easier written than done. I think my Mirya was also satisfied when she finally took possession of the bed prepared for her without harm to life or limb…

The first sight of most doll ‚newbies’…

Dolls don’t talk themselves. But they have a lot to tell us about their wishes, needs, and perspectives. We just have to listen carefully. So I think we should let Mirya tell us her own impressions about the first contact with her new partner, the longed-for escape from her confined prison and many further exhausting experiences, if You want:

September ’23

Snap, snap, snap. The cutter knife passes not far away from my breasts, but at that moment, I don’t care. Finally, light, after several hours, days – or was it weeks? I don’t remember. I look into two faces, one of which I already know, an employee, but the other is unfamiliar. It’s the face of an older man who has certainly seen a lot. He looks friendly, but also a little critical, and asks many questions. Is it deceptive, or does he suddenly get a moist gleam in his eyes? But hey, what’s the point now? I want out of here, not to be packed up and put away again! They don’t want me after all? Another anxious period of waiting in total darkness begins.

Thank goodness – the next day, there’s movement in the store. I’m being transported, no question, first bumpily, then crookedly and slantingly, apparently up a flight of stairs. Only later did I learn that, contrary to expectations, my box didn’t fit in the car, and they had to use a trailer to get it out. And I also heard that they passed me off as a piece of furniture because they were ashamed of me. I can’t understand that. Some doll owners better should be ashamed of what they do to us. Fortunately for me, my new companion clearly doesn’t belong to that group – quite the opposite…

The lid above me opened once more, and I saw a ceiling of a small, bright room over me. Phew, it seems the good old guy did like me yesterday after all…

Again a knife, but much slower and more carefully moved. But there seems to be a problem: The poor doll student doesn’t quite know how to get me out of my coffin. And at 33 kg, I’m actually quite lightweight. Okay, his back doesn’t seem to be in great shape anymore, and he doesn’t want to pull the wool over my eyes, he says. Then the saving grace: To place the whole box on its feet against the wall, so that my white shoes can stand on the ground, swing my arms out a little and to the side, and then lift myself out from under my armpits. Still, it was a real chore until I got to a horizontal position in wonderfully soft pillows…

Finally! I’m lying in a real bed..

This was the first chapter of my new, exciting life with my companion doll Mirya, on the day she came to me. But there is still a lot to tell about her and her later little sister Malou. So, if You enjoyed this little story, please check back from time to time and feel free to comment. We will return…