I have had more than my fair share of bullying in my life. In particular, the three witches from my last job (I am retired now thank god), the shouting ranting finger wagging arsehole that I had to put up with for four years and last but not least the arsehole of a consultant psychiatrist who not only misdiagnosed me but showed very plainly his disdain for me as a person.
My fantasy was to shoot them in the guts with a Purdy shotgun having taunted them first that they were going to die. As I have got bipolar I began to worry about this fantasy although I knew that as I have never been violent it was unlikely I would ever do it. Apart from anything else, I have never learned to shoot and the recoil would send me backwards.
I didn't want to give this violent fantasy headspace, so I came up with something really ridiculous that could never happen. In the fantasy my bêtes noire are walking down the street together and don't know I am behind them. They also don't know that I know a magic word which will humiliate them totally.
I say the word and their clothes below the waist disappear to be replaced by voluminous shocking pink knee-breeches with big red hearts on them. The people around start jeering and catcalling "Oi! Knickers!" When they look down they can see only their normal clothes, so can't understand it.
They also don't know that I know a second magic word which I could, if I wished, say which would restore their appearance to normality.
I choose not to. ( Oi! Knickers! )
I would be quite happy for the OP to tell her friend about this so she can borrow it if she wants to!