You begin to shrink...your clothes start feeling loose.
"Hey, what did you do to me?" Your voice comes out high pitched, as you shrink down. Is he making you tiny, or younger?
"Woah, it worked..." Ian says. "I mean, of course, it worked!"
You stop shrinking, and Ian is standing above you, looking down. He rubs your hair and you push him away.
"You thought you were so wise and mature, now your body matches your real age," says Ian.
You go to the adjoining bathroom to check yourself in the mirror. You can barely see yourself, standing as low to the floor as you are. You have become a little boy, maybe 8? 9? Hard to tell.
Back in your shared dorm room, Ian is reading a book.
"Turn me back!" You demand, but you sound ridiculous with your new little boy voice.
"No," Ian says. "I'll turn you back tomorrow, but for now, everyone will see what I can do. Or you can use your magic to turn yourself back, twerp."
You know you've been outmatched. You resign yourself to it for now, but if you can get over the humiliation, you'll talk to one of the professors tomorrow and get them to change you back.
***
In the morning, you walk to the Dean's office, ignoring your humiliation at being seen in this body. There wouldn't be a kid your age here if not for transformation, so they knew. At least know one messes with you. It takes forever in your small body, but eventually you knock on the door.
The Dean invites you in. You take a seat and explain what happened.
"Can you turn me back?" You ask.
"No, I think this is part of your task. This is your last chance. Maybe learning to fight transformation magic will give you the motivation you need to succeed here."
"But-" You begin, but are cut off.
"No. Read your textbooks, find the answers. Neither I nor the other instructors will be interfering with you and young Ian. Good day."
You want to pound on the desk in anger, but your seat is so far back that your short childlike arms can't reach it. You turn and go back outside.
You head to your old dorm room, where Brian is hanging out with his new roommate, Chris. They both crack up hearing your story.
"It's not funny you guys," You say, indignant.
"It's a little funny," says Brian. "I don't want to get involved. You're this kid's assistant, maybe try assisting him. If he wants to try out transformation magic, which I think we can all agree is the hardest subject, then I say let him. Or you can up your skills."
You look to Chris, who is staring at you with a hungry look in his eyes, and decide not to plead for anymore help. You storm out of the room, struggling with the heavy door in your small body.
You get some lunch, once again ignoring the stares of the other students, then head back to your new dorm room. Ian is gone when you arrive. At least you don't have classes. Out of curiosity, you decide to play with your dick. It's awkward with your small hands and small dick, but you're able to stroke it between two fingers. You miss having a man's cock, this feels too weird. Penises are supposed to have hair.
That's how Ian finds you, stroking yourself on the bottom bunk with your underwear around your ankles. You'd locked the door, but somehow Ian can open it without the lock turning to alert you.
"Dude, what the hell, knock!" Your high pitched voice squeaks out.
"Just couldn't resist playing with a child's dick, could you?" Ian asks. "Some man you are."
That shuts you up, as you wonder if Ian will tell anyone on you. You finish pulling your pants up.
"How was your first class?" You ask, deciding to be nice, since you weren't going to be asserting dominance in this form, and besides, you want to sweep the awkwardness under the rug.
"Banal," says Ian, using a word you're not sure you know the meaning of, but judging by his tone, full of teenage disdain, you figure it's not good.
"That's too bad," You say, then add, "sir."
"I see you didn't get anyone to change you back," Ian notes, taking a seat at his desk.
"No, the Dean said he won't interfere," you say, then immediately regret it. You should have kept that information to yourself, now Ian knows he has carte blanche to do whatever he wants with you.
"Interesting," says Ian. "I know you probably want to play with your new body some more, but I'd like to try something else out."
You brace yourself, wondering what indignity will be forced on you next...