"...I just want the humiliation to stop." Willy said honestly. "And you know what? If I can't have a big dick, nobody else should hold it over me. Let's show them all what it's like to be small downstairs. Small cock pride, all the way."
Willy slid back the documentation for a real proximity-only genital shrinker, and the attendant false normalcy associated with its showoff components. Mr. Gremian grinned, and spoke words that cursed curses, deep horror drinking in flesh, the devouring fire that burnt away obsession and did a whole bunch of other edgy stuff in the form of black smoke issuing from the gremlin's maw. With a placid expression, the staff member looked down and watched his 'staff member' dwindle until it was a proportional amount smaller than Willy's.
"Handy how sensitive these things get when shrunk." Mr. Gremian commented, tweaking his balls and adjusting his insignificant package before leaving his fly down. "It'll expand back once you're not in the same area just fine. Got the usual safeties against incompatible forms and all that jazz, and the normalcy won't let anyone get angry at you about it even outside shrink range. I've seen fifinellas with bigger clits than this, hah. But I doubt humans will be outpaced by their girlfriends until the strap-ons come out. Look at me babbling away, it really is working."
With a gentle slap on Willy's bare ass as the diagnostic runes faded, Mr. Gremian led the student around Floor 12+1 and explained various facilities, conjuring replacement school supplies (apparently a backpack didn't count as clothing to the curse so long as it stayed away from the genitals), explaining the kitchen's food resupply spells, explaining that yes the bathroom had an open shower if you were into that sort of thing, and otherwise doing some more private orientation things for his special situation. A large magi-silicone dildo with a reserve of time-frozen gremlin cum (milked directly from Mr. Gremian's balls as needed) was the comical crowning centerpiece of Willy's room, allowing Willy to pleasure the gremlin remotely with a much bigger tool courtesy of remote linking spells. The roommate situation would depend on who got cursed with something impressive: apparently that '17' had been miswritten and 13 was preassigned anyway.
"Peak comedy of the Fates," Mr. Gremian complained. "Bureaucracy is a mess, even with magic. Must be the perception."
The next step of Orientation Day included a lot of spells for basic navigation of the school, simple divination for finding where to go next in the university's view of personal quests or useful locations like cafeterias and classrooms or home base dorm room. To compensate for the lack of clothing, some environmental protection, self-cleansing, and minor healing was taught as well. As a joke, Mr. Gremian threw in a spell to interfere with sexual orientation as well, because "with something that small you're better off with the men than the girls, now make them enjoy it".
Willy was given a cursory tour by his floor manager because it wasn't like either of them had anything to do for a bit. Despite some legitimately impressive feats of artisan geomancy and other architectural masterstrokes, Willy did have his eyes elsewhere quite a bit at the student body. Most of the tour Willy spent gawking at how the guys standing too close to him tended to whip out pricks temporarily comparable to his own for flashing jokes and otherwise being a bit too casual about taking off clothes. Mr. Gremian merely laughed at his handiwork and explained some rambling parable about pleasures taken bits and pieces, building and breaking simple machines rather than wrecking fancy airplane grade technology for a quick thrill. Willy didn't really get it, but gave up trying to cover his shame after being bombarded by the intermittent sight of many of his earlier hecklers either being similarly denuded or too casual to care. Apparently magical beings took nudity in stride...
Many of the university classes were taught sporadically, through mentorship or to accomplish specific projects rather than by assessment. This allowed for classical research-centric education (and attendant shameless experimentation) to take the lead over rote, formulaic procedure teaching like in some high school magic systems. This was no mere boarding school, though it did provide room and board as part of tuition costs. Integrated quest mythos allowed the University itself to serve as a guide to valuable opportunities and mentoring, as ancient forestry tracked the stars and modern magi altered local physics at the drop of a hat. Most organized attempts to plumb theory itself and establish useful permutations of altered conceptual-physical law were done at the central library or at department heading laboratories. More mysticist traditions and personal paths that could barely be called education loitered at the edges, haranguing forest keepers and anthropologist studiers of individually developed magic systems. Between, artists of mediums ranging from the bodies of people to poetry defining the land jockeyed with morphball masters and pseudo-elemental technology.
As Mr. Gremian headed back to Stonewood 12+1, Willy was left a naked man with a plan to learn better magic. That said, even with vastly less shame to hold him back the problem of what to learn remained. Sure, he could start by finally fixing that tiny thing as he'd originally planned, but with a new lens of cursing to make that his local subjective normal, it suddenly felt like a cheap trick. Here he had one of the world's best supplies of questionable experimentation and very valid obtained results...the rest was making magic happen. He was now overwhelmed with options again rather than voided of them. What quests could he take? What transformations would Willy fall afoul of until some manager or keeper returned him to his charm-cursed almost-normal? He could even slack off and just bang until he got rid of even that, if he was willing to go turboslut.