Greta wasn’t Greta anymore. She was Stacy, a name which suited her much better. She still lived in the dollhouse, but things were much better now. As quickly as her cowboy husband arrived, he had left. She got some new neighbors; a stuffed bee toy Bizzy and a rag doll named Callie. In fact, the whole neighborhood seemed to change.

Fortunately, Stacy wasn’t left alone for long. She had no idea what to do with herself without a husband to take care of, until she met her wife, a stewardess. Supported by this new doll, Stacy was happy to wait on her hand and foot.

"Doll, is that my dinner?" She asked, breaking Stacy from her reverie.

"Coming, dear!" She called out. Stacy had stopped wondering when she would be turned back. What was supposed to be a one-week vacation was now almost four, with no end in sight.