Tulameen is a small, quiet, quaint, and unknown town near Vancouver, British Columbia.
Or at least it was.
The Fusion Wave caused its entire present population of over 300 people to change in a specific way. Regardless of age or ethnicity or gender, all citizens were turned into strapping, gorgeous, near-Amazonian, seven-foot tall, firmly and supple-chested and assed, outwardly female, but truly hermaphroditic (all of the changed have a penis above a vagina) individuals, morphologically aged roughly around 25 years-old.
The only things that the citizens kept from their original bodies were their ethnicities. As for body parts, the original women only kept their faces and their vaginas, while the original men only kept their penises.
All pregnant citizens gave birth shortly after the fusion wave to babies that had the same characteristics as the rest of the town.
Not hit by much unrest, the citizens of Tulameen used the first four weeks after the Fusion Wave to restructure their town, redoing identification cards that stated their true, original ages, expanding places to fit their new sizes, stocking up their markets with food to feed their now more hungry stomachs, and doing their best to alter their school's education to fit their childrens' new bodies, and unchanged minds, while trying to teach them on how to deal with their newfound urges . . . Families did their best to keep functioning as they once did.
The town remained quiet for about a month after the unrest until it reached global attention as being
"The Quiet Canadian Town Full of Lumberjack Babes".
Never having received a consistent tourism business, the town pounced on this new prospect with the first wave of tourists.
And they succeeded. All it took was the ordering of a large supply of flannel shirts and a large supply of jeans, some of which were large enough to fit the populace. With the construction of a brand new, large public gym for frustrated citizens to work out in, a few hundred hand-made axes, and the guidance of the small local population of true lumberjacks,
the town and the business in it boomed.
Any idiots looking for an erotic getaway would be shocked by the instead chaste, respectful, joyous, and incredibly hospitable environment of Tulameen. The town offered tours, hiking amongst beautiful scenery, rafting, fine dining, and a good rest at hotels. As for the whole "lumberjack" marketing venture, the entire changed population had been taught basic woodcutting and woodworking skills by the true lumberjacks. A lumbering company had even moved in to the town and began to sponsor the town's services. Houses were built and infrastructure expanded as people began to move to the town, which was beginning to grow into a city.
Muscular people, mutants and untransformed, flocked to Tulameen also, in search of better lives and a place of peace and acceptance. A good deal of them joined in on the "lumberjack" theme and contributed to tourism in the now city.
As for the original 327 changed residents, they have gotten mostly used to their new lives and bodies. The originally young are growing up now into a confident city that showed the world that a non-government sponsored mutant community could succeed on its own, and a one run by women at that! (They've got lots of balls . . .)
After all, Tulameen was known once, long ago, as Campement des Femmes during the old fur-trade times.
It means "Woman's Camp."