Yes, without using the watch

It was purely to satiate his own curiosity. After all, the conductor just looked so feminine. Of course, first he would have to overpower his target.

“Excuse me,” the young conductor said, “but the train will be arriving in ten minutes.”

Walter pretended not to hear the conductor, acting like he was lost in thought. The conductor stepped into the compartment and gently shook him. "Excuse me, Mister?"

In that moment, Walter grabbed the conductor and threw them onto the seat. Quickly stealing the conductor's ring of keys, Walter locked the door and pressed a button, isolating the room. The windows became opaque, and there was a hiss of steam as the compartment sealed itself completely, allowing no sound to escape.

The conductor and his sister looked at him in shock. Walter ignored them both, grabbing the conductor's pants and yanking them down. Plain white panties were exposed, revealing that the conductor was, in fact, a she. The conductor half-heartedly tried to fight back, but her struggles were fairly pathetic, as if she couldn't even be bothered to do so.

Pulling her conductor's uniform completely off, Walter was left with a brown haired young woman in matching white silk undergarments, arms crossed protectively, knees brought up to her chest, cowering in the corner of the seat. Her flawless skin accented a pair of perfectly proportioned breasts, waist, and hips. Though she wore now makeup in order to better look like a man, her face was soft, with tender lips that right now were pressed tightly shut. "Who are you?" Walter asked, even as he pried her arms open and pulled her brassiere off. Running his hands along the brassiere, he narrowed his eyes. This wasn't the sort of thing that a conductor could afford, even a conductor on a prestigious rail line like the Clockwork Railway. Beyond that, she was a woman. So how and why was she masquerading as a conductor?

The young woman covered her breasts, but didn't look all to put out, all things considered. In fact, she started to laugh lightly.

"Oh my, you're the first person to check if I'm a woman in such a forceful manner. Usually they just ask. You're quite brave, you know? Aren't you worried that I might report you? Or perhaps you think your rank will protect you?"

Walter scoffed. "Rank? As if I would outrank you."

The young woman looked at him with interest. "What makes you say that? Also, stop trying to remove my knickers."

"You are pretending to be a conductor on the Clockwork Railway. To get that position, even a Marquess might have some difficulty forcing it through. If you were male, then a commoner could have achieved the position if they pulled a few strings much less a noble, but as a female, I have no idea what rank would be required to achieve that," Walter explained. The Clockwork Railway was quite biased against women, for reasons Walter did not really understand. "Also, if you don't want me to remove your knickers, try actually resisting."

"But that's so much effort," the young woman groaned, even as Walter managed to wrench her knickers past her ankles. "So cruel, humiliating an innocent girl like me. Come, sister, will you not stand up for me? We are both women after all!" The young woman looked hopefully towards Charlotte.

Charlotte blushed and looked away from the naked woman in front of her. Such an innocent girl, Walter's sister was. "Though. Though it might not be proper, I trust my brother's actions!" Charlotte declared.

The conductor sighed sorrowfully. "Well, I suppose I shan't be receiving any help then. Do you plan on ravishing me?"

"In front of my sister? Absolutely not!" Walter said vehemently. "I was just curious to see if you really were a man or a woman."

"Well, now that you've figured it out, may I get dressed?"

"No. And you still have not answered my question."

The young woman huffed in annoyance. "Fine. My name is Taylor. Lady Taylor, The Machine Doll, Cogwheel Ruler, Heir of the Clockwork Tower." She smirked arrogantly. "Scared now that you know who you've humiliated?"

Walter gazed at her with great interest. "Indeed? I suppose you will have me killed, no?"

"It seems you are not entirely mad. Yes, I had planned on it. After all, you had the audacity to render me into such a state." She stood up and gestured to her naked body, giving Walter quite the eyeful. Noticing his gaze, she slowly turned a circle, arms stretched behind her head. Her breasts bounced slightly from their size, but not too much. They were the perfect blend of size and firmness. Her bottom was the same, soft, rounded curves accenting her newly matured body.

"You are quite daring," Walter commented. Though he personally liked shyness a bit more, he could certainly appreciate her sensual movements.

Taylor shrugged carelessly, even the mere act of moving her shoulders filled with grace. "You will be dead soon, so what importance is it?"

Walter nodded. "Speaking of, would you mind sparing my sister? She has not looked upon you yet, so I would appreciate it."

"At the same time, she offered me no assistance." Despite her accusatory words, Taylor's voice held no malice. "But I understand the heart of a young maiden in love. I was once... ah, no matter. Yes, I believe I shall spare her. Though I suppose I will have to punish her a bit."

Walking over to the door, Taylor didn't even bother to dress herself as she stretched out a hand. A thin wire stretched out and connected to the lock. With a click, the door swung open. Taylor smiled at Walter. There was no hatred or anger or humiliation in her eyes as she consigned him to ****. “Goodbye, young Lord."

A pair of masked men in heavy mechanical suits stepped into the room. They each held a boxy gun in hand. Leveling them at Walter, they opened fire. Walter felt the bullets penetrate his body, sending him falling backwards. His eyes felt heavy. He closed them, and embraced the ever louder sound of ticking clocks.