Yes

Sam turned around and saw a blob of what looked like molten glass about as tall as her about 6 feet away. She watched in curiosity as the blob began to shift and retract until the shape was more akin to a 6' tall woman. Her breasts puffed in and out, seemingly trying to find the correct size and soon stopped around a C-cup. The woman's mid section started to tone out and a nice pussy soon became visible too. As the shape began to create her hair, it hit Sam what she was looking at. The shape was emulating her.

"You're coping me, aren't you?" Sam asked.

The shape formed tasty lips and said, "You're...Me...Me...You?"

"Wait are you trying to say that we are the same?" Sam questioned.

A silvery stary tongue slipped out of it's mouth and licked it's newly formed lips, "We...Are...The...Same?"

Driven more by curiosity than fear, Sam's inquisitive mind took over and she walked up towards her mirror image. The shape stood still as it worked out it's legs to match Sam's. Sam looked her up and down, appreciating what others see when they look at her. Remembering her own nakedness, that hot feeling returned to her chest. She wondered if the shape gets the same thrill in being naked that Sam does. As she thought to herself she made her way back around the shape to her front side. Her face was more defined and was beginning to gain color, but still maintained a translucent quality to it.

Sam looked downward from her own face, seeing a lovely pair of perky breasts and a toned stomach. As she continued downward she noticed a different sheen of translucency across her mirror's pussy. (Was...Was she wet?).

Sam pulled her eyes away from the shape's wetness and looked to her own pussy, seeing the same wetness. Sam was immediately a little embarrassed that the shape noticed such a detail and remade it, but it also made her feel a little wetter at being noticed like that.

Soon the shape finished molding itself and looked exactly like Sam, except with a translucent sheen to her, like she was made out of glass.

Sam reached a hand out toward her mirror's face, "Why did you make yourself look like me? What are you?"

"You make me look like you," the mirror responded, "What are you?"

Sam touched the face of her mirror, it felt warm and solid, "I'm me, Sam. Do you have a name?"

"Sam make me...Sam make name?" She said, tilting her head into Sam's hand.

"Um" Sam was confused, but understood her mirror's request "How about Alice?" It seemed fitting for a person shaped looking glass.

"I'm Alice" Alice responded