...by changing the rules. Several.

The current dorm rules are still written in a way that makes sex prohibitively difficult, and you feel it just shouldn't be that way. Who needs arcane workarounds, sneaking during curfew and pussyfooting around the RA's?

"I wish that exposed genitals are not considered 'indecent' or 'disruptive' in the Kempner dorm rules." you try. "And I wish that residents of the dorm like the noises of others having sex, and won't complain about it."

Kenneth is still standing with your group, and you want to test how your wishes took hold. "So, Kenneth, are there rules about sex in Kempner that we newbies need to be aware of?"

"Sure," the yellow-colored RA says, crossing arms in front of his chest. "It needs to be consensual, you need to be protected so you don't spread STD's or pregnancies, and you can't do it in public areas, and not at all outside of Kempner. Here in the back areas we're all young athletes walking around in swimming suits, so we understand the natural urge to... eh. To fuck a lot. Just, keep it inside the dorm."

"Will do, Ken!" you promise, giving him thumbs up.

He smiles back at you. "Please call me Kent, or Kenneth. Despite my good looks, I'm not the Barbie guy."

You all laugh, and then you depart with Trisha and Paul in tow.

"Was that all really necessary?" Paul bickers, as you walk down the stairs to the freshmen level. "Everyone knows that you need protection from STD's and stuff. We're not doing anything forbidden."

Right. Now, you're not doing forbidden things anymore. You smile to yourself.

Although, you decide, that STD's are a thing to get rid off. Hmmmm... You still remember the voice saying you should start small. Of course, you can imagine to wish diseases entirely away from the whole world. It would be a great thing, too. However, that is probably too big of a wish and could rewrite all of reality. Instead you go a step smaller: "I wish that every student housed in Kempner has received protection from all kinds of sexually transmitted diseases." you decree.

Now, testing again, you ask Paul as you round another flight of stairs: "So, what's your opinion on this bit about STD's?"

"ResQ Pharma said that this is their last trial of their STD vaccine." Paul says. "I don't feel perfectly safe yet, so I'm going to use my condom." Then, he glances at your thickening tock, which is already hanging out of your mouth by half again - but now 'decent'. He stops you and places a finger on the tongue-penis, gingerly caressing it. "Do you need a condom for that, though?"

"Oh, no..." you handwave that off. "My tock can't even cum. I have no balls there, just the tock muscle. Actually, like... it works only in the other direction. Like, a straw, you see?"

"But Kenneth had another good point!" Trisha argues, trudging down the stairs ahead of you. She turns around and blocks the way. "I was just interested in Emcey's tock-thingie, and how it works. I don't really like the idea of threesomes, and Kenneth noticed across the room how uncomforable I was. That was why he came over!"

You and Paul look at her. "So... why did you come down here with us, then?" you ask the obvious question.

Trisha steps from one foot to the other, twiddling with ther fingers. "Errrrh. You two, uh, need to be gentle, and always ask before doing something weird, okay?" Ah, now you get it. She's willing to try things out, at least. So what you are going to do next, is just... a little adjustment.

"Okay. Deal." you promise. "I wish that Trisha gets off from threesomes."

The sudden change in demeanor is startling. Minutes before, Trisha had become more and more nervous and flustered since you proposed to choose both her and Paul. After your last wish though, she bounces excitedly up and down on her feet, and then hops in place as she reaches the lowest level. You now have arrived at -500: the freshmen floor. Your floor.