The gremlin looked through some paperwork. "Let's see here. You're cursed to be naked for the next 15 years, as well as a penis shrinking curse. And the headmaster has placed an invisible skin tight shield around your tiny penis to keep the curse from spreading."
"No, sir. My... my penis has always..." Willy began to explain, but the gremlin just kept talking over him as if he wasn't there.
"...And your scholarship has been revoked, so you need a job to pay for your tuition. And I see you haven't been assigned a room yet, this being your first day at the university. Just as well, since we'd have to move you anyway now that you're a cursed student. Floor 12+1 will be your home from now on, though you will of course be allowed to attend class and all that." Willy sat, feeling uncomfortably out of place naked in the office. He sat covering his tiny penis with his hands, though he couldn't actually touch it.
"Sir, please, the shield preventing me from touching my penis isn't nes..."
"You don't appear to have any possessions or money with you," the gremlin mused.
"No, I have..." Willy began to answer, but then remembered that all his things had been in the bag he'd been carrying when he got cursed. The same curse that had disintegrated all he was wearing. He truly had nothing. Not even the clothes on his body. The gremlin didn't pause for him to come to terms with his dire situation.
"There aren't many jobs available for a permanently naked boy, but there happens to be one just perfect for you right here on campus." Desperate not to have to be sent home naked in shame, Willy was eager for any chance at continuing his education. If there was any way to remove this damn curse, it would be here. He didn't know what job this would be, but he had no choice. He'd at least need to earn enough for food and a train ticket home if he got kicked out. Worst case, he’d just quit.
"I'll take it!"
"Sign here." The gremlin slid him an odd pen and some kind of contract. The writing was small, cramped, written in hard to read cursive script, and full of difficult to follow legal terms and jargon. Willy's eyes glazed over after the first convoluted sentence. It seemed just to be a form agreeing to the job. He signed it. The ink was red, and he only belatedly realized that it was written in his own blood. The pen he'd signed with had stuck a needle into his finger without him feeling it, and drawing out the "ink" for the contract.
"Hey!?" he cried. The signed contract flew of its own accord into the gremlin's hands, who examined it contently.
"Very good. This is a magical binding contract, so need to worry about slacking off or skipping work or anything. Makes everything simpler. Until it's fulfilled you'll be a class assistant during your study. This wll exactly pay for your tuition, so the payment goes straight to the university, not your account, so I'm afraid you'll still have not a coin to your name." The plump little creature waved a clawed hand over the blood signature, and suddenly the boy couldn't see his name anymore. There was something written there, but his eyes couldn't focus on it.
"What was you're name again?" the gremlin asked. The boy began to answer, then hesitated.
"Ah..." He couldn't remember. His own name was gone from his memory. The gremlin smiled wickedly.
"Excellent. Truth be told, I can't remember it either. No one can. It's part of the contract. You're name and soul belong to the university now, which means you don't have it. You're nameless. So much easier not to think of you as a person this way. Of course, with your name sealed away it's impossible for you to do magic. Though you can still study the theory. Actually not being able to cast magic makes you perfect for your job. No magical interference.”