"A simple and classic curse. At night you will be yourself, but during the daylight hours you will turn into a statue."
"A statue?" James repeated, parrot like in horror.
"Yes, a solid stone statue for twelve hours each day. Bet you don't want to leave without me reversing that one eh?"
"But Mistress, it's daylight now!" James continued to panic.
"Indeed it is" Elspeth cackled as her new friend began to feel his body stiffen into place. Before long a wonderfully lifelike statue of a frightened, naked young man was stood before her.
James was fully conscious but unable to move a muscle as the witch moved closer to him, kissed him on the lips and ran her cold, bony fingers over his naked body. He felt every unwanted sensation just as he would have before but now had no ability to run from or fight them. Until night fell, there was nothing he could do about any of this.