Hi, Janet!
My name is Janet and I'm a Hello Kitty addict. I regularly visit the local Sanrio store and spend upwards of 30 minutes and just as many dollars in there. I own stuffed Hello Kitties, a Hello Kitty shower curtain, a Hello Kitty miniature hoop, and Hello Kitty kitchenware, among countless other items. I yearn for the Hello Kitty toaster and snowboard. (Did I mention I'm almost 30 years old?)

It should come as no surprise, then, that I also own the infamous Hello Kitty vibrator. It's exactly what one would expect it to be: small (5.5"), pink and topped off by a little Hello Kitty cradling a little waving teddy bear betwixt her legs. It's a pretty disturbing feature, that waving teddy bear. Intended to be inviting, it gives the vibrator a little more personality than a sex toy needs.

Quality, comfort, and price... that's nice.
As with all Hello Kitty products, the vibrator is demure and harmless, definitely not as intimidating or complicated as The Rabbit. Switched on, it lets off a revved-up purr and vibrates ever so gently, almost so as not to disturb.

...which is not to say it won't get you off. With patience and tender, loving care, Hello Kitty will bring sunshine, happiness and wave after wave of pleasure to your life. But this is a toy better left to beginners or Hello Kitty collectors. After playing with the big boys, Hello Kitty will feel like the Muzak of vibrators.

I'd like to point out that I consider the Hello Kitty vibrator "for clitoral stimulation only." The thought of sticking Hello Kitty into my moist, tight... er... the inner recesses of my self makes me uncomfortable, literally and figuratively. She's not exactly streamlined, and I could never subject Hello Kitty to such an unspeakable act. Maybe when Sanrio comes out with a vibrating dildo.