Yes, using the watch

It was purely to satiate his own curiosity. After all, the conductor just looked so feminine. Of course, the pocket watch of his only allowed him to reverse time, not stop it. So he would first 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. "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 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 I could see even a commoner having just pulled a few strings, but as a female, I have no idea what rank would be required to achieve that," Walter explained. "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 down to her ankles. "So cruel, humiliating an innocent girl like me. Come, sister, will you not stand up for me?" The young woman looked hopefully towards Charlotte.

Charlotte blushed and looked away from the naked woman in front of her. Such an innocent girl. "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. She wasn't wrong, he should be scared. A person of her prestige was someone he likely could never have hoped to come into contact with. But despite that, he held no fear, no worry. After all, he had his pocket watch.

For her part, Taylor seemed quite confused at why he seemed to not react to her declaration. "Do you perhaps not believe me?" she wondered. Walter understood her confusion. After all, most people when they came to know who she was would likely fall over themselves to not offend her. Instead, he just stared at her naked body, his brow furled, deep in thought.

"Ah, no, you certainly are Lady Taylor." Walter held up her knickers, plain save for a single gear emblazoned on the waistband. "The symbol of the Clockwork Tower, something that only those highest in the organization know how to weave. Lower ranked members might wear such a symbol on their windbreakers, but to have it on your undergarments is special indeed. If you are not Lady Taylor, you are at least of almost equal rank, making lying about it pointless. Therefore you are likely Lady Taylor.”

Taylor stared at him, her eyes confused, but also shining with interest in him. “Then, why are you not reacting?” Perhaps she would have understood if he were to roughly handle her, forcing her to expose her body and searing her naked form into his memory. Instead he just studied her. There was lust in his eyes, but it was overshadowed by a calculating gaze.

Finally the young man sighed in awe. “Your body is just too perfect, Lady Taylor.”

“Thank you, but if you could stop looking I would very much appreciate it,” Taylor replied. Despite her words, she made no effort to fight back.

“Tell me something about you that no one else would know and I will let you get dressed again,” Walter offered.

Taylor considered it. “It won’t matter, since you and your sister will die soon anyways. Mothballs put me to sleep.” Taylor stood up and stretched, giving Walter an eyeful of her body, before pulling her shirt and pants on and walking to the door. Reaching out a finger, a thin wire stretched out and connected to the lock. With a click, the door swung open. Taylor smiled at Walter. “Goodbye.”

Stepping into the corridor, she disappeared behind a pair of masked men in heavy mechanical suits. They each held a boxy gun in hand.

Pulling out his pocket watch, Walter looked at it. Though he hadn’t tried it out yet, he instinctively knew how it worked. Winding the hands back, his ears were filled with the sound of spinning gears. The spray of bullets that had already headed towards him and his sister halted mid-flight.

Walter closed his eyes, and when he opened them, he found himself sitting in his seat once more. No bullets filled the air, only the call of a conductor drawing closer to their compartment. Glancing down at his hand, Walter’s eyes widened slightly in surprise. He quickly pocketed the finely made silk knickers with a gear emblazoned on the waistband before Charlotte noticed and before the conductor arrived. It seemed that some things could follow him when he stepped back through time.

Charlotte was, luckily, still staring out at the Clockwork Tower outside the window. A knock came on the door. Making sure the knickers were safely in his pocket, Walter walked over to the door and unlocked it. The door opened to reveal the female train conductor from before. Though she was clothed fully, Walter could not help but to picture what lay beneath those clothes, having so recently had the opportunity to study her soft skin not but a few minutes before.

In fact, now he had another opportunity to take advantage of her.