Cleanliness cantrip

She returned to her room, determined to avoid the chilling **** of a cold shower. Melissa slipped out of her silk robe, letting it fall to the ground. Cantrips were weak spells, Magics she could spare without too much concern. However, because they were so weak, they are easily broken or resisted. It was best to not make the cantrip do more work than it needed to.

Melissa strode naked into her bathroom and brushed her teeth. Cold water would do them no harm. She brushes her hair out as best she can, then returns to her bedroom and stands on a rug with pleanty of room around her. She spreads her legs to shoulder width, clasps her hands before her breasts, takes several slow deep breaths and closes her eyes.

A gentle wind stirs up from the floor, small motes of luminecsant light swirling around Melissa's naked skin to land on her flesh, tiny twinkling stars resting on her body, spread out in a web as they rise on the breeze, covering her bare feet, smooth legs, firm butt and trim torso, circling her breasts and arms and making a mask of her face. She bows her head and streaches her arms out to the sides and the motes of twinkling light pulse and flare, then fade to nothing.

Melissa walks over to her standing full length mirror and looks. Her body looks pale and dry, without the light oil she can feel from sleeping through the night. She has no hairs that need shaving, her pubic hair a neat triangle, although the reality could use a slight trim. Her face is smooth without a blemish, no sights of sleep on it.

She dresses in her school uniform and now has to decide if she's going to walk to school, catch the bus or have her chaufer take her.