In A Classroom with Summoning Sickness

At the time of my reincarnation, I could barely remember that I had been a human at all. I remembered being late for work, checking both ways before crossing the street, then the shock. It happened so fast that I barely registered it. One moment I was heading to the office, the next I am flying through the air, my bones twisted and broken. As my body smacked hard into the pavement, I remember hearing the honk of the horn and watching the big-rig with the licence plate "TRUCK-KUN" driving away from me. My last thoughts were of my wife, Melissa. I
I remember not remembering what happened between worlds. As if whatever **** was in charge of matching life to soul explicitly removed all information about its realm and its nature. To this day, with all my power and arcane might, that is one veil I cannot pierce, one domain I cannot conquer.
What I do remember is the ROBs plucking me into their realm and showing me something and giving me a mission. A mission that I could not refuse.

Things started to become clearer as Carnachias and Melanoche began loading my soul into a mind as they helped me build a new body for myself. Things got really interesting when the angel showed up.
I could sense that the little twink was hiding something from me. I reached out with pure instinct and made the angel my ****.

I felt myself plummeting through emptiness. I could hear two other voices screaming as I fell, one excited one terrified. The darkness filled with a great burning nebula which I thought looked awfully similar to an eye. The luminous gas enveloped me and for the first time since I was murdered I needed to breathe. I felt my lungs fill with magical energies as the motonic particles swirling around me flowed into my core to become the materials from which my new body was to be constructed. The clouds of mana-charged particles filled me up until the swirling nebula had vanished and I was left standing in the middle of a summoning circle.

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"Drat." I turned to see a giantess looking down on me, or at least, that is what she looked like at the time. The girl's skin sparkled like she was wearing too much body glitter, her hair was green as much as it was strawberry blonde, but it was the shape of the ears that gave away that I was looking at an elf. "This does not look like a sex demon, or a war demon." The girl said.
"Way to go, dirt foot." A girl a black and blue hair. "No, seriously. The fact that you got anything at all from trying to summon from the outer planes is impressive, considering your racial handicap." The black and blue haired elf girl grinned as she stroked the other girl's green hair. "but you should leave the higher mysteries to the ones with the blood for it. Stick to dancing for tree spirits and breeding greenskins like the wood elf that you are." The smirk that blue-haired bitch gave that poor sweet green haired girl was insufferable. What I did next happened on instinct. I reached out with my mind and made the elf my ****. It was like a tendril of pure thoughts wrapped around her neck and slithered into her mind. I could feel her thoughts and feelings. In that moment I felt her whole being as if it were an extension of myself. Her very soul was open to me. The girl, whose name I learned was Zansa Bel Bandri Sal Canadsha Arc Texansus, felt the slightest of tingles on the back of her neck but was otherwise unaware of my influence. I felt a surge of power which caused me to sprout a good four inches. The green haired ginger clapped her sparkly freckled hands in surprise at my sudden growth spurt.

A portly gentleman with elaborate spectacles starred intently at me "fascinating." He said. "This is quite the curious specimen. May I see your plane harmonics? Yes. Yes. Bold. Your Whedonvoight window is..." the teacher laughed "...Were you trying to guide a transplanar lure by feel alone? That is adorable. Maybe if you had the genes for it, you could pull something like that off without your 6th dimension trajectory skewing blueward. But..." The teacher reached in and poked me with an instrument.
"Hey. That hurt asshole." I said before I reached out with my mind-shackles and bound the magic teacher to my will. I grew another few inches as I pulled myself into a humanoid form. Prior to that, I had just been an amorphous vapor, now I stood like a tiny blue humanoid that seemed to glisten in the light.
"It talks!" The ginger wood elf said. "what do you think, professor Felbut, should I try again with a preset harmonic?"
"No." The professor said. "I think that you have something very interesting here. Take it home, give it some thorough tests, do some research. Figure out what it is, where you summoned it from, and what it can do, then present your findings at the next class. Focus on figuring out what makes it grow. If you can do that, then the rest will fall into place." Professor Felbut moved on to check on another student, leaving me alone with my summoner.
"Right. Let's get you bound up. I do not want to be late for algology." The wood elf. As she reached for a bracelet, I reached for her mind. My psychic tendril wrapped itself around the elf girl's throat before slithering into her essence.
Jaine Dha Oaktender Arc Texansus took a sharp breath and felt her heart pounding against her chest. For the briefest of moments the wood elf experienced a new sensation, an emotion that was outside of anything she had experienced so far in her hundred twenty five years. As quickly as it had come, the feeling had gone. Jaine was so preoccupied with figuring out what the feeling had been that she did not notice that she had broken the summoning circle and released me without performing a binding ritual.

I watched as other demons, daemons, elementals, minor godlings, spirits, and other ethereal beings were ritually bound to an object that the elven students would wear as part of their accessories. I transmuted my legs into a tail and wrapped myself around the ginger wood-elf's bracelet. The girl smiled and stroked my belly. "You might be weird, but you are adorable."
"Thank you. You are pretty easy on the eyes yourself." I told the elf girl.
Jaine blushed. "That is sweet of you to say, but I know that it is not true. I am just plain Jaine. A wood elf that no one would look twice at if there is a blue haired highborn in the room." She said as she packed her back pack and made her way towards her locker.

In some ways, it reminded me a lot of high school. In other ways, this place was a lot more like a college. What I did know was that when I looked at Jaine's schedule 'pleasure studies' and 'breeding techniques' were on her schedule after a class called 'algology'.
When she arrived at her locker, the door of wood and flesh opened its eye. Recognizing its owner, the locker unlocked itself. As Jaine swapped her spell books and chalk set for a riding crop and a pair of high heeled boots, I wonder whether this 'algology' class is something that I want to see from the wrist's point of view. I think that maybe this would be a good time to roam around these halls and see what there is to see. On the other hand. Part of me is curious.

(What does our hero do? Vote in the comments.)
A: Attend Algology class with Jaine.
B: Go roaming an elven academy unsupervised.