#wereman

Carla and Daniel lived on the fringes of town, one of the last houses before it turned into wilderness. They were used to wild animals. Hares stole vegetables from their garden, and wolves lurked on the edge of their property. But nothing frightened them like the old man.

One night, Carla thought she would try to speak to him. She somehow got Daniel to accompany her outside with the plate of food. The moon was full and round above them. They waited patiently on the deck until he stumbled out of the forest, teeth bared, his bare feet dragging twigs and grass behind him.

“Hello,” Carla said, her voice barely a whisper. Daniel merely squeaked. The man opened his mouth, but the sounds that came out were unintelligible. Perhaps he didn’t know their language.

“Here’s your food,” Carla continued. She lay the plate down on the ground when he didn’t answer, and took a step back. Daniel clung to her hand so tight she thought it would break.

The man hung back at first, observing the two children, and, bit by bit, he edged his way towards them. He sniffed at the food and then, completely ignoring the fork and knife Carla had laid out for him, he stuck his face in the plate, devouring the entire thing in a matter of minutes. Pieces of meat hung from his lips, and Carla pretended not to be afraid. From close up, she could see the way the moon reflected in his washed-out blue eyes, and the clumps of dirt that hung from his hair. She took a step closer, hand extended, but the man snarled at her, and she jumped back. He lifted his upper lip to show his yellow teeth and then stumbled back into the forest.

Fred Johnson turns into a savage wolf like beast, tearing his clothes off and howling in the moonlight

Meanwhile:

Wermandrogyne (weremandrogyne or mandrogynity): an androgyne manhood.