Post-skip
-William-
I was restless through the night, holding back screams of anguish as, bit by bit, I changed. I wrote down each morph, every one of them taking at least an hour. Each change was very significant, and I fainted about three times, each time lasting anywhere from five to ten minutes. All of my teammates were asleep, whilst I was listening to passive-aggressive voices. Some were just mean, but not one sentence sounded the same as the other, in terms of who said it.

10 o' clock: My hands and fingers are bigger, while my arms are slightly smaller than the width of my hands. 
Eleven: My legs are starting to change. They're longer, smoother, and my feet got large. The tips of my toes are more rounded and large, which definitely helps my balance.
Midnight; My tail thinned at the base and widened at the end, but suddenly stopping in a paintbrush like point. It hurt a little bit, but not much.
One in the morning: My torso is taller and thinner, which is a good change but my organs hurt badly. I'm in agonizing pain.
Two in the morning: *scribbled writing* I can't stand this pain... my head's changing, and my nose is bleeding, and it's the most significant change yet... I can't remember any of my old moves that I used before, and I can barely st *writing stops and a scribbled line drags on for about three inches before suddenly stopping*
Four AM: I've been having horrible shedding for the past half-hour, after I woke up from the last change. In the spots where I moulted, I grew patches of fur.
9 o' clock: I've finished going through a lot of pain from these transformations that I've been having since I grabbed that ninetail's tail. I am unsure of how my teammates will react, or anyone else for that matter, since I am now a completely different species. I feel oddly warm now, after changing.

Loudred yells in the halls for everyone to wake up. I still had a bloody nose, felt like a living bruise, and the space around my eyes was covered in tears. I limp out of our small crew room, feeling weird walking with new feet and legs. I get out in the hall, and in the big group. No one recognized me at all. Not even Samuel. Everyone was confused on whether or not I was a new guild member, or an intruder. Luckily, I still had my badge pinned to my chest, so they just thought I was a new guild member. Everyone asked my name, and I said "William," but my voice had changed. In fact, everything was changed, and from my beat-up appearance, two of the higher ranks thought I went on a difficult mission. No one other than my team knew me in the guild. Samuel called me a liar after the morning chant, and accused me of being an intruder. This, of course, was not good. Samuel probably thinks that because the old me is gone, he's the leader of the group. I go around and try to find Bonnie, but I decide to give up. I wouldn't know what to say or how to explain that I was now a smeargle rather than a kecleon. I wouldn't know what to say to my parents, either, because they always write letters to me and invite me over.