Dangerously Bewitching

WARNING! This caption may be a little too horrific for mos, I went the horror route with this one, you have been warned.

 Clara was just so tired of Megan's crap.  She was always picking on Clara's fashion choices.  So she took to the books in the library like she always did, it was her comfort zone. She tried to look up books on how to deal with bullying, but in her search for self help, she came across the witchcraft section.
 Suddenly her thoughts didn't go to her changing herself but changing that bitch Megan. She looked up a particular spell, all about changing the target into their worst nightmare. A sly smile came across her face.
 The next day Clara was walking around the college quad when Megan turned round the corner. “Look at ugly little Clara. With her just barfalicious dress.”
 “Megan, please don't, I'm not in the mood.”
 “Oh is Clara not in the mood? Does Clara not want to know how ugly she dresses. Cause seriously you're making me want to hurl.”
 “Megan, I'm warning you,”
 “Oh, look ugly Clara's threatening me. What are you gonna do hmmm?”
 Clara's eyes burned a bright crimson as she uttered the curse in pure anger and frustration.
 “What the fuck!” Megan scoffed. “What language even is-” Suddenly Megan shut up. Her eyes went wide like ping pong balls. Clara watched as Megan's mouth sealed up like  in the Matrix.
 “Holy shit!” Clara jumped back.
 There were two loud audible cracks as Clara saw her wrists flattened as thin as paper. Clara watched in horror as Megan screamed out from behind her sealed mouth and her hands and fingers visibly rotted away in a matter of seconds. Megan reached her arms out to Clara and she watched as her arms began to hollow out.
 “Oh god, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!” but the damage was done, and the only thing to do now was watch. Clara was thinking back to when she first saw Pinocchio as a kid, That one scene, she was living out that one scene right here in front of her eyes.
 Megan's arms started to turn navy blue Little rhinestones formed patterns all the way from her forearms to her biceps.  Her chest caved in in another horrific crunching sounds. Her waist sliced away to that paper thing width her wrists did. Her upper torso collapsed into Clara's arms. Her pleading eyes stared into Clara's eyes. Clara watched as her chest became blue and patterned like her arms.
 “Shit shit shit!” Clara said. “I'm so sorry!!” Megan's legs rotted away much like her hands. And Clara watched in abject horror as  Megan's neck flattened like paper,and her head slumped forward, and quickly began to rot,  Clara watched her face melt and wilt with those pleading eyes staring up at her. Megan had become her ultimate nightmare. The tackiest jacket Megan had ever seen.   
 Clara was shook, she was terrified, she had to find a way to fix what she had done. She whipped Megan over her shoulders, and headed to the library, in a rather fetching jacket if she did say so herself.